Violet—Never, as he emerged from under the bed in great anger, after you left, and cursed me long and fearfully, for keeping him under the bed so long, while you were permitted to enjoy the beauties of my person.
Dan—What did he threaten when he left?
Violet—To have me suspended immediately.
Dan—I dare him to make the attempt. I would spend my last dollar to have you reinstated. And I will instantly depart for the city, and put wires in motion that will paralize his wicked purpose.
Violet—I fear you are too late, as he left in a desperate rage, and has probably decapitated my Matron head already.
Dan—I, too, am in a furious rage, and I am resolved to defeat his unhallowed project. So, a sweet adieu, my lovely Violet, and when we meet again, we’ll embrace and entwine our forms and hearts with unwonted hilarity and fervor.
Violet—(Weeping). Good-by, sir.
Dan—And why do you weep, my fair and gentle lady? Have I offended thee, sweet angel?
Violet—No, but you were going to leave me without your wonted kiss.
Dan—O, my pretty and tender Violet, do forgive my cruel mental absence. For my distracted mind was riveted on Simeon’s plots to destroy you. So, there, (kissing her), and there, and there, and—