Ah, you are strong,—I would not then be cruel,
If I were you!
Nellie. One does not like one’s feelings to be doubted,—
Frank. One does not like one’s friends to misconstrue,—
Nellie. If I confess that I a wee-bit pouted?
Frank. I should admit that I was piqué, too.
Nellie. Ask me to dance. I’d say no more about it,
If I were you!
(Waltz. Exeunt.)
Austin Dobson.