Bird's nest, a fantasy in one act

by Tracy D. Mygatt

Damn the doctor! Don’t you know I only went to satisfy Evelina—Mrs. McCormorant? Why, I never was fitter in my life! But she does love me so—[Sighing.] and I her! I her! Ah, Martin, again that is something you cannot understand—when two hearts beat as one! [Scornfully, as Martin says nothing.] I suppose you’d think it was a disease!

Martin.

Sir——?

Sanford.

[Holding him as both look into the garden.] Ah, no matter! Just think, Martin, this time to-morrow night we shall be here—she and I—here in the Bird’s Nest—— [Chuckling.] Ha-ha—not bad, that, considering the nest-egg! I whispering sweet nothings into her little sea-shell ear!

Martin.

[Edging away.] Beg pardon, sir, but shall I fetch the ear-trumpet up to your room?

Sanford.

[Seizing him suspiciously.] Eh? Now what did you mean by that, I’d like to know?

Martin.