Fanny—And so do I.
Bennett—Then give me another cluster of kisses.
Fanny—I’ll give you a dozen or a hundred, if you will only puff me well, and fill the theatre every night.
Bennett—Have I not puffed you well, my darling?
Fanny—W-e-l-l—y-e-s. Wyckoff says I am increasing my popularity every day. And now if you will only continue to puff me, my dear Mr. Bennett, I will hug and kiss you, and love you ever so dearly. And do you know that I intend to give your beautiful wife some precious jewels?
Bennett—Wyckoff said you contemplated a splendid donation to my fair lady.
Fanny—O yes, dear Mr. Bennett, the jewels are all purchased, and your dear wife shall have them soon.
Bennett—Hush! fair creature! Don’t talk so loudly. Is the door locked? I hear footsteps. Some one ascends the stairs. If you are seen in my lap, old Mordecah M. Noah will get hold of it, and put it in his Caudle Lectures, which bite me terribly.
Fanny—The door is locked, and you need not be afraid, as it is only the servant coming to bring me some wine and water, and to dust my parlor.
Bennett—Well, give me one more fervent kiss, and let in the servant, and I will depart, and return soon, unless you expect Wyckoff. It won’t do for us both to be here at the same time, you know, eh?