The Blond and Brunette Young Ladies. I!
The Polite Young Man [handing them cigarettes and lighting a match for them. He speaks to the Bride]. Aren't you going to smoke?
Bride. No, I thank you.
The Jovial Young Man. Lord, no! She must not! The noble bride must not permit tobacco smoke to contaminate her rosy lips. [They all laugh.]
The Vivacious Girl. May I have a cigarette, too?
The Jovial Young Man. You be careful or the same misfortune may happen to you at any minute that happened to Lucy [pointing to the Bride, he hands the Vivacious Girl a cigarette.]
The Vivacious Girl. If my bridegroom shall object to tobacco smoke, he can pack his things and—off.
The Brunette Young Lady. Well, young people, what are we going to do next?
The Melancholy Young Lady. Let's remain here. The park looks so beautiful.
The Blond Young Lady. Oh, I object. We'll remain here until the sun goes down a little and then we'll play tennis. [They agree.]