Fournichon. You must have a wig on first.
John. Just look here, Fournichon, this dress isn’t long enough.
Fournichon. Why, of course, you’re only in short skirts as yet.
John. Ah! is that it?
Charles. John, don’t I look charming?
John. Quite enchanting! If you were my grandmother, I should certainly fall in love with you.
Charles. Where’s my wig?
Fournichon. Here are plenty, just choose one for yourself.
John. These curls are what will suit me. [Puts on the wig, and a round straw hat on the top of it.]
Charles. This grey one will just do for me. [Puts it on, and then the cap.] Now, I’m ready! Sapristi! How hot it is. There’s the bell.