Ladies (near door). He's too civil, though, by half,
He would make a mummy laugh.
(Ladies leave stage again one by one.)
Tristan. Dare I ask you—
Lady H. Don't be foolish.
Tris. Dare I ask it you—O dear!
Would you deign—disdain—an offer—
Lady H. For my hand—
Nancy (aside). To box his ear!
(Lady H. laughs aside with Nan.)
Lady H. Ah, Sir Tristan, he at least can make me smile!
Nan. Ah, Sir Tristan, he at least can make her smile.