ZOON: I kiss your h ... [_She standing kills him kneeling. He falls off Aether Mountain, behind it out of sight._ [_As he falls he calls her name after intervals. She kneels upon the summit and watches him falling, falling, falling._ [_Fainter and fainter as he falls from that tremendous height comes up her name as he calls it._ Zoomzoomarma! Zoomzoomarma! Zoomzoomarma! [_Still she is watching and he is falling still._ [_At last when his cry of_ ZOOMZOOMARMA _comes almost unheard to that incredible height and then is heard no more, she turns, and with infinite neatness picking up her skirts steps down daintily over the snow._ [_She is going Earthward as the curtain falls._ CURTAIN. CHEEZO _DRAMATIS PERSONÆ_ SLADDER, _a successful man_. SPLURGE, _his secretary and publicity agent_. THE REV. CHARLES HIPPANTHIGH. BUTLER. MRS. SLADDER. ERMYNTRUDE SLADDER. SCENE _The big house that_ SLADDER _has bought in the country._ SLADDER'S _study. Large French window opening on to a lawn._ _Time: Now._ SLADDER'S _daughter is seated in an armchair tapping on the arm of it a little impatiently._ _The door opens very cautiously, and the head of_ MRS. SLADDER _is put round it._ MRS. SLADDER: O, Ermyntrude. Whatever are you doing here? ERMYNTRUDE: I wanted to speak to father, mother. MRS. SLADDER: But you mustn't come in here. We mustn't disturb father. ERMYNTRUDE: I want to speak to father. MRS. SLADDER: Whatever about, Ermyntrude? ERMYNTRUDE (_taps the arm of the chair_): O, nothing, mother. Only about that idea of his. MRS. SLADDER: What idea, child? ERMYNTRUDE: O, that idea he had, that--er--I was some day to marry a duke. MRS. SLADDER: And why shouldn't you marry a duke, child? I am sure father would make it worth his while. ERMYNTRUDE: O well, I don't think I want to, mother. MRS. SLADDER: But why not, Ermyntrude? ERMYNTRUDE: O well, you know Mr. Jones---- MRS. SLADDER: That good man! ERMYNTRUDE: ----did say that dukes were no good, mother. They oppress the poor, I think he said. MRS. SLADDER: Very true. ERMYNTRUDE: Well, there you are. MRS. SLADDER: Yes, yes, of course. At the same time, father had rather set his heart on it. You wouldn't have any other reason now, child, would you? ERMYNTRUDE: What more do you want, mother? Mr. Jones is a Cabinet Minister; he must know what he's talking about. MRS. SLADDER: Yes, yes. ERMYNTRUDE: And I hear he's going to get a peerage. MRS. SLADDER (_with enthusiasm_): Well, I'm sure he deserves it. But child, you mustn't talk to father to-day. You mustn't stay here any longer. ERMYNTRUDE: But why not, mother? MRS. SLADDER: Well, child, he's been smoking one of those big cigars again, and he's absent-like. And he's been talking a good deal with Mr. Splurge. It's one of his great days, I think, Ermyntrude. I feel sure it is. One of those days that has given us all this money, and all these fine houses, with all those little birds that his gentlemen friends shoot. He has an idea!