Alex. Is Mr. Wells there?
Page. He’s in the tent, sir—refreshing.
Alex. Ask him to be so good as to step this way.
Page. Yes, sir.
[Exit Page.
Ali. Oh, but, Alexis! A real sorcerer! Oh, I shall be frightened to death!
Alex. I trust my Aline will not yield to fear while the strong right arm of her Alexis is here to protect her.
Ali. It’s nonsense, dear, to talk of your protecting me with your strong right arm, in face of the fact that this Family Sorcerer could change me into a guinea-pig before you could turn round.
Alex. He could change you into a guinea-pig, no doubt, but it is most unlikely that he would take such liberty. It’s a most respectable firm, and I am sure he would never be guilty of so untradesmanlike an act.
Enter Mr. Wells from tent.