Violet—I know you adore my spirit, while he only loves my form.
Dan—And dost thou avow so much? O, breathe those sweet tones again.
Violet—Shall I sing them, dearest?
Dan—O what bliss is this! Sing, O sing, my beauteous Violet, and entrance my heart with thy celestial music.
| Violet sings— | For many a day, |
| With doubtful ray, | |
| I gazed for thee, | |
| O’er lea and sea: | |
| And from my heart, | |
| Thou ne’er shalt part, | |
| So dear to me, | |
| Thy love will be. | |
| So on my bed, | |
| Repose thy head, | |
| And from my lip | |
| Choice honey sip. | |
| Dan— | O my! and O thy! |
| I will ever try | |
| To please thy fair eye, | |
| So happy am I. | |
| Violet— | Come, O come with me, |
| And most happy be. | |
| Dan— | O, O, O! |
(They retire for the night.)
MORNING TWILIGHT.
Dan—Dear Violet, if Sim comes to-day, and strives to coerce you, scream to the peak of your lungs, and terrify and threaten to expose him. I love you so devoutly, that I cannot live if he continues to molest you. I have already expelled your Friend from the Island. My affection for my fair Violet has the intensity of Othello’s for Desdemona, ere Iago maddened the honest Moor with fatal jealousy.
Violet—Simeon Draper threatens to have me suspended. He got me my situation as Matron, and as he has been a Governor much longer than you, and as himself and Richard B. Connolly have long controlled the Island, had I not better be a little familiar with Simeon, so that I will not arouse his wrath to such intensity as to peril my situation as Matron? Please view these matters with discretion, my noble Daniel.
Dan—I can’t consider them for a moment. Draper may be powerful, but he has not the might and wealth of the Tiemanns and Coopers. So, don’t be alarmed, dear Violet. Myself and Peter Cooper can protect you against the world. When did Simeon threaten to suspend you?