Cadwell: I was ogling a lady in the second balcony that I believe I know. Bendish: Do you call that ogling? Oh, at least I am not so gauche, now I know how to ogle. To shrug, turn one's head, kiss the tip of your gloves very tenderly, that's called ogling, right? Well, did she respond to this ogling? Cadwell: So well that I went up to her lodge, where I stayed but a moment with her because of a jealous husband who put his head through the curtain to find us. We didn't wait for him so we went to another lodge where we watched him quarrel with a woman who had taken our original seats. I believe he even struck her with his fist. This caused such a disturbance that the music stopped. We didn't want to wait for the end of the adventure. So I took her home. Don't you find that funny? Bendish: Not at all. Of all this, I only like the ogling part. I intend to study under you. You seem to me to be an expert at this work. Cadwell: Me? I am only a school boy. I will show you a chap at the Opera who can put the whole stage down. Bendish: Isn't he the one who's always sweet, who believes all the ladies are in love with him, who gushes, sighs,--and who can be heard from the back of the theatre. Cadwell: You've got him. Bendish: Ah, yes, I know him. Is he a lively fellow, too? Cadwell: He says so. Bendish: Is he rich? Cadwell: Why? Bendish: That's what I call lucky. Ah, I could be, too, since it's so easy. I intend to return to the Opera to ogle. (looking about him) Isn't there anybody here who likes ogling? Cadwell: Shut up, you are so stupid. Bendish: (hearing a knocking) Someone's knocking at the little stairway. Cadwell: Who can it be? Bendish: I don't know. Shall I see? Cadwell: See. At this hour I won't wait on anyone. (Bendish goes to the door and after an instant returns) Bendish: They ask to speak to you and they want to know if you are alone. Cadwell: Who is this fellow? Bendish: He won't say. I've never seen him before. Cadwell: His name? Bendish: He won't say. Send him off, sir. For fear of a mischance. He doesn't look right. Cadwell: You say that you've never seen him before? Bendish: Right. But his mysterious demeanor, a pushed down hat, a cape that hides his nose--how the devil can I tell? Cadwell: Is it his cape or his face that doesn't look right? Bendish: Sir, there's talk of thieves. Suppose he's one? Cadwell: Aren't there two of us? Bendish: We are only one all the same. Cadwell: Do what I tell you. (Bendish goes and returns with Captain Slice) Bendish: Enter, sir. Slice: Is it you, sir, they call Mr. Cadwell? Cadwell: Yes, sir. Slice: Can we be overheard? Cadwell: Not if you don't speak very loud. Slice: Would you please have your man retire? Bendish: (frightened and glad to go) Willingly. Cadwell: Stay! (to Slice) Sir, Bendish is discreet. One can say anything before him. Slice: It's a matter of some consequence. Cadwell: I hide nothing from him-- Slice: If you like, but--