See?
_The Watteau Shepherdess_ (_with delicate disdain_). 'Ere, you go
along, you silly ass!
[_Hits him with her crook._
_A Gentleman who has obviously supped_ (_catching hold of a passing
Acquaintance, whose hand he wrings affectionately_). Dear ole HUGHIE!
don't go away just yet. Shtop an' talk with me. Got lotsh er things
say to you, dear ole boy--mosh 'portant things! Shure you, you're the
on'y man in the wide world I ever kicked a care--cared a kick about.
Don't _you_ leave me, HUGHIE!
[Illustration: "Exit unsteadily towards Bar."]
_Hughie_ (_who is looking for his partner_). Not now, old man--can't
stop. See you later!
[_He makes his escape._
_The Affect. G._ (_confidentially--to a Policeman_). Thash a very
dear ole pal o' mine, plishman, a _very_ dear ole pal. Worsht of him
ish--shimply imposhble get a lit' rational conversation with him. No
_sheriousness_ in his character!
[_Exit unsteadily towards Bar, in blissful unconsciousness
that somebody has attached a large false nose and spectacles
to the buttons of his coat-tails._
_A Troubadour_ (_jealously--to an Arleguina_). No--but look here, you
might just as well say right put which costume you like best--mine
or--(_indicating a Cavalier on her other side_)--his.
_Arleguina_ (_cautiously--not desiring to offend either_).
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