f.a.n.n.y.

Look innocent.

Sit down. Pretend you're very much in love.

You on the rock. I on the Neptune's head.

[_Speaking to the stone head_.]

May I sit down, good Neptune?

THE STONE HEAD.

If you like.

Only I warn you, it's all over ants.

f.a.n.n.y.

Lord! Neptune's talking!

THE DUKE.

[_Understanding and remembering._]

Ah! beneath the ivy!

FLAMBEAU.

The entrance to my cavern through an ant-heap.

THE DUKE.

You! Flambeau!

FLAMBEAU.

In the cave of Rob--

MASKS.

Ho hi!

f.a.n.n.y.

Hush! Masks!

MASKS.

Oh, very funny!

[_They pa.s.s out._]

FLAMBEAU.

--inson Crusoe!

THE DUKE.

What! Since last night?

FLAMBEAU.

Oh, yes; I smoke my pipe--

THE DUKE.

There in the hole?

FLAMBEAU.

You copied from the beggar Who first invented bearskins, so they say, And had a funny Mameluke called Friday.

THE DUKE.

I cannot find the spot.

FLAMBEAU.

It's on the right.

Here, where I blow a cloud out of my pipe.

f.a.n.n.y.

The small Vesuvius!

THE DUKE.

You must be--

FLAMBEAU.

Uncomfortable.

But then--I said you'd find me at the ball.

f.a.n.n.y.

If they should catch us talking to a smoke!

FLAMBEAU.

Ouch!