The wind that blows the leaves from off the treeses.”
I haven’t been that way since I was forty. At thirty I was in love with every pretty face and figure. What a pretty name, Angie. (Enter Gin.) And those eyes! (Gin. makes extravagant gestures of satisfaction.) And that exquisite little mouth! And what a lovely chin—ah! the chin is an important feature. Yes, Cadwalader Topp, this is love. (Gin. makes gesture of embracing a lady.) Old boy you have it again, same old symptoms aggravated. I’ll dress at once and call on her this very day. At my age no time is to be lost. My age! Pshaw! Age does not consist in years. (Turns suddenly, sees Gin. D. F. in act of embracing imaginary lady. Tableau.)
Quick Curtain.
ACT II.
Scene. House of Josiah Twiggs. Cozy sitting room. Doors in 1 R. and L, window by door R and in flat. Furniture that of family in comfortable circumstances. Table near window up R., pictures, vases, etc. Discovered, Mr. and Mrs. Twiggs seated by table.
Mrs. T. Josiah, do you think there is anything in that advertisement in the Sun?
Mr. T. Which advertisement, Sophronia? There are several hundred of them.
Mrs. T. I mean the one about wealthy gentleman who wants to adopt twins. Is there anything in it?
Mr. T. A tale of disappointed aspiration, probably. A gentleman, without doubt, whose taste runs to twins and who has been reduced to the necessity of advertising for them.