LUCY. How now? But yesterday you said—
CLEONI. Hush, dearest, the time will come when—
(A rumbling noise is heard, and soon the whole building is shaken into remarkably small ruins.)
[Half an hour is supposed to elapse, for refreshments, and when the curtain rises, GIMFRISKY, who has emerged through a diminutive hole, is discovered in the costume of AJAX defying the lightning, or something of that sort, singing—
"I dreamt I dwelt in marble, O," "From quarries near to Tuckahoe.">[
ACT III.
Steamer on the Sound.
LUCY. How keiyind it was to give us free passes to our cottage by the sea.
CLEONI. I don't see it in that light.