MISS SNA. Oh, that I do, from the extreme point of your boot, to the loftiest summit of your hair. BOSS. 'Pon my life she's a desirable woman! [_They are going off L.; they meet MISS SKYLARK, who is re-entering._ MISS SKY. Stop, stop; as I was going out at the door, who should I meet but Mr. Pinkey; on seeing me he stammered, blushed, and said that he was going to call on you, Miss Snare. I informed him that you were here, and now he is stumbling up stairs to speak to you. Come in, Mr. Pinkey, the lady that you wish to see is here. _MR. PETER PINKEY enters, F.E.L._ MISS SNA. Good morning, Mr. Pinkey. PIN. Good morning, ma'am. MISS SNA. You wish to see me? PIN. I have merely called to say that I have received your note, and I shall do myself the pleasure of taking tea with you to-morrow, at eight o'clock precisely. MISS SKY. Alone, with Miss Skylark. PIN. Oh, Lord, no; I hope not. MISS SNA. 'Tis a general invitation to all our friends. You will find a card at your house, Miss Skylark. Perhaps Mr. P. will escort you. PIN. I'll do anything to make myself agreeable. I'll call for you. Shall I? _(To MISS SKYLARK.)_ MISS SNA. If you please. PIN. I will. MISS SNA. Do! PIN. I will! MISS SNA. _(To BOSS.)_ We'll leave them together; he may overcome his bashfulness when he gets used to being alone with his object. He is fond of her, no doubt--true love is never very loquacious. BOSS. Can't say, never having known the passion! MISS SNA. Ah, you will know it some day. BOSS. What are the symptoms? Explain as we go along, that I may be aware of my malady when I am attacked. _(Crosses to L.)_ MISS SNA. For me to attempt to explain, would be to confess that I have experienced the emotion myself. BOSS. You have. MISS SNA. No! BOSS. You Circe, you have. MISS SNA. No, I declare. BOSS. Well then, you may---- MISS SNA. If I am much in your society, there is no knowing what I may experience. [_Exeunt F.E.L._ _MISS SKYLARK seated, R., looking after them; sings._ "Is there a heart that never loved, Or felt soft woman's sigh!" PIN. Beautiful! MISS SKY. Eh? PIN. Oh, nothing. Dear me, I am quite alone with her--I wish I could say something confounded clever. I'll be hanged if I don't try. Hem! _(Quickly.)_ How are you to-day, miss? MISS SKY. _(Imitating him.)_ Very well! how are you? PIN. Very well, all but a slight pain in my side. MISS SKY. Indeed! PIN. Yes. I'll be hanged if I can say another word. What _can_ I talk about? What _do_ people talk about? I have worn out the weather, and she has no particular relations to ask about. There is her grandmother, to be sure--I see no harm in asking after _her._ One must _say_ something, _miss?_ MISS SKY. (R.) Yes. PIN. How's your grandmother? MISS SKY. Very well indeed for her age! PIN. How old is she? MISS SKY. Seventy-two--I've told you so twenty times.