HE. - That's lucky. You see the last girl had to go because her eyes did n't match our new china; "looked so shockingly inharmonious," the old lady used to say. [Aside.] Zounds, what glorious eyes she has; and what dimples! She'll do, she'll do.

SHE [demurely]. - Perhaps you will allow me a question or too. What is your father's occupation?

HE [pompously]. - My father? He has n't any; he's a gentleman of leisure.

SHE [ironically]. - Ah! - a tramp?

HE [aside, chuckling]. - A tramp! Egad, that would tickle the old gentleman.

SHE. - You have a grand piano, I suppose? I prefer Steinway, but Chickering will do. And two horses; and a billiard room? And, of course, you allow six nights a week out.

HE [aside, staggered]. - Well, I never. Perhaps she'd like a maid to herself and her own four and six, and - I've heard of such things, but [rises and walks up and down irritably, slashing his boots with his whip].

SHE [quietly]. - That is very annoying. [He pays no attention.] [Peremptorily.] Put down that whip, sir, if you please. [He drops it in sheer amazement.]

HE [aside]. - What impudence! Oh, she'll never do! [Looks at her angrily.] But those dimples! She'll have to do! [After a few moments' silence. Aloud.] You can roll cigarettes?

SHE [aside]. - Dear me. This is more than I bargained for. I wish Mrs. Flynn would come. [Aloud.] Is that necessary?

HE. - Oh! absolutely. [Taking out a tobacco pouch.] You'd better try one now.

SHE [aside]. - What shall I do? I don't see how I can escape? Why does n't that woman hurry? [Takes paper, into which he pours some tobacco. Aloud.] Is this the way? [Begins to roll the cigarette.]

HE [aside]. - What a dainty hand! - Tom, you're a goner! [Aloud.] Not quite. [He encloses her fingers in his.] So; that's better [guiding her fingers in rolling]. Now you must light it for me. Here's a match. [He puts the cigarette between his lips. She strikes the match, and, without waiting for the sulphur to burn off, immediately touches it to the end of the cigarette.]

SHE [with affected innocence]. - Why, what's the matter? Is n't that right?

HE [coughing violently]. - Yes, indeed [cachoo!], charming. [Aside.] Great Caesar! [cachoo! Their eyes meet, and they both begin to laugh. After another pause, during which she looks anxiously towards the door.]