Doug. I need not ask if you are, for you look more chawming than usual! Alice. Ah! you are very complimentary. (Aside.) How many times is he going to say that? Doug. Aw! yes, you are always chawming to me, you know! (Aside.) A fellow must flatter these girls. That's the secret! Alice. You quite confuse me. (Aside.) Is he going to propose? Doug. Aw! I--aw--I twust you do not dislike to be confused, because I think you chawming, you know? (Goes and sits beside her on sofa.) Alice. Of course I am only too pleased to be so favored. Doug. Yes--aw--and some day I shall tell you just how chawming I do think you. You are so different from your sister, you know. Why--aw--but weally a fellow is quite afwaid of her. Alice. Afraid? What, you afraid of a lady? Doug. Well, not--not exactly afwaid, of course, but you see--aw--I never know what to say to her. We fellows do not like these--aw--strong-minded ladies, you know. We like these--aw--gentle, clinging, soft girls, that do not know so much, you know, of whom you, Miss Alice, are such a chawming type! Alice (rising). Indeed. Thanks for the implied compliment to my intellect, sir! (Crosses to C.) Doug. Eh? (Aside.) What the deuce did I say to put her out like that? (Aloud.) I mean that you are vewy chawming, the style of girl we fellows pwefer, you know. (Rises and bows low.) Alice (aside). It will not do to get angry with him yet. But if I marry him I'll let him know whether I have any brains or not! (Aloud.) Indeed, Mr. Doughlass? But really, I do not think Kate so very formidable. Ah! here she comes now. (Goes to R. C.) Doug. I'm sorry--aw--to have our _tête-à-tête_ interrupted, and I am sure I do not know what to say to her, nevaw do, you know! (Enter Kate, L. 2 E., and bows to Doughlass coldly.) Doug. (aside). She looks at a fellow in a way that fweezes him all over. Aw--I'll flatter her. (Aloud.) Aw--you are looking as chawming as usual, Miss Grovenor. Kate. I am very glad if you have been so fortunate as to discover the fact. Doug. (aside). That always does please them, to be sure. (Enter Eugene, L. 2. E.) Eug. (going to C.) Well, Kittie, here I am; now where is the governor, and what's the row? Ah, Harold, my boy, how are you? Where were you last night? Jolly old time the boys had. But champagne does make a fellow feel like the deuce the next day. Kate (L.). Is it worth while to drink it, then? Eug. Oh! come now! don't preach. Confound it, a woman is always preaching. If they had their way a fellow would have no fun at all, eh, Harold? Doug. No--aw--that is, the ladies think so much of us, they want to make us saints, you know. Eug. Can't be done, though, eh? What is the use of living if a man can't have a good time? (Sings.) By Jove, I am glad I wasn't born a woman. They take things too seriously altogether. But they look up to us, for all their preaching, eh, Harold? Doug. (R.). To be sure--aw.