+Young Man with a Glove.+
Still,
Their suffrage ’tis on us confers our claim
To immortality! Sooner than harm
A hair on silly head of one, then, I
Could wish myself a landscape, seapiece, aye,
Truncated cherub, even! anything
But what I am!
+Woman at her Toilet.+
[_Applauding._]
Oh, worthy of our School!
[_Voices are heard on the left._]
But, hark! Quick! Quick! Back to our frames!
[_The two hurriedly return to their places, the_ +Woman+ _going
to the right, the_ +Young Man+ _getting into his frame._]
[_The_ +Glove Young Man+ _enters from the right._]
+Glove Young Man.+
Laura! Hey, Laura!... Why, they said I sure
Should find her here! I must have lost my way
Again.
[+Gardien+ _passes through from left to right._]
Conductor!
+Gardien.+
Eh, m’sieur?
+Glove Young Man.+
Is this Saloon carre?
[_Mispronouncing._]
+Gardien.+
[_Enquiringly._]
M’sieur?
+Glove Young Man.+
Or words
To that effect?
+Gardien.+
[_Shrugs shoulders, deprecating inability to understand._]
M’sieur!
[_Passes on._]
+Glove Young Man.+