You're very troublesome, you girls. Just the very day that Mr. Gilfain's arriving from his trip to England you're all late. What's the excuse for this?

We take longer when we expect such a distinguished visitor.

I had a couple inches off my skirt. Late time Mr. Gilfain was here he told me he liked to see my pretty ankles.

I guess you like to please him that way, in any extent. But he's not coming to an anatomical museum. The world, is waiting for this season's supply of Florodora, our great perfume. We must see that they get it. Don't chatter to the clerks - but get to business.

Well, Leandro, is everything in order for Mr. Gilfain?

Everything in my department. I can't answer for the office work.

Who asked you to? We attend to that.

You? You mean Mr. Abercoed attends to it.

Well he represents Mr. Gilfain, so we do our duty to our employer when we obey Abercoed.

Well, boys, is everything all right in the office?

Yes sir. There's a splendid crop of blossoms and a capital crop of orders too.

And Mr. Gilfain will find everything ready for him. He can prepare the essence of Florodora the minute he arrives.

Can we go now --

You may go now...

I wish I could find out how he makes Florodora.

None of that. The secret of preparing Florodora is Mr. Gilfain's own. To try to find out is to try to rob him. Have you anything to say to me --

Yes I have. One of the farm girls neglects her work.

Which one?

The one all of you spoil of course.

Dolores.

First of all Mr. Gilfain says she is not to do more work than she likes. Then she does none at all and he doubles her wages. There's some mystery about that girl.

Mystery, nonsense. Mr. Gilfain likes her as we all do, and wants to be kind to her, besides what is it you anyway?

Everything. She is idle and careless, she sets a bad example. I can't maintain discipline.

Send the girl to me, I'll talk to her.

I can't allow Leandro to lord it over her.

Ah Dolores come here. Leandro has been complaining about you. He says that you don't attend to your work.

Of course I don't - I hate work. But don't you be angry with me. Mr. Gilfain never is.

And he's the master. So we must all spoil you like he does, I suppose, and follow his lead.

Is it difficult to follow that lead?

It is difficult not to follow it.

A man can always get over a little difficulty like that, if he wants to.

No, not always -- there may be reasons why he must not - why he dare not.

And have you any such reasons.

Yes -- one.

I guess it. You've married already.

Most foreigners have wives in their own country. That's why they come abroad.

No, you are wrong, Dolores. I left my country, quarreled with my own people, because I wouldn't marry.

Yes, you.

Because I wouldn't marry a woman I didn't love.

I like you for that. And you will only marry a woman you really love?

Marry? I mustn't marry - at least, not yet.

Well, if you mustn't marry, that needn't prevent you being in love.

No, and Dolores, perhaps I'm in love.

With me -- are you in love with me.

Well I mustn't say with whom, but I am in love with somebody. Some day I may be free, and I promise to tell you all about it then.

I shall remember that promise.

And I will seal it.

Ah! -- with somebody

Ah Caramba. Come down from there.

Is there anything about my appearance that suggests that I am a damned fool? If you come any nearer I'll scream.

What are you doing on this island?

Trying to avoid being punctured. Bah, Oh I say don't throw anything about like that.

I will. I'll fix it!

Serves you right - that's my head you're kicking.

Your head?

Yes - I lost it in the excitement when you were giving me such a warm - welcome to your dinky old island.

Ah. I'll give you a warmer one.

Look out, look out.

I have a revolver.

No.

In my satchel. Hand up my satchel.

Who are you and what are you doing here?

I am Anthony Tweedlepunch, phrenologist, palmist, and wholesale Scientist from the Royal Aquarium, London. My photograph-

No strangers are allowed on the Island of Florodora.

I was not aware of that. If you will kindly send some gentlemanly person to talk to me, I will be charmed to dispense with your society.

Ah Caramba. I'll go and find Mr. Abercoed. He'll attend to you in short order. Ah.

Isn't he abrupt.

I hope Abercoed isn't another ruffian with a carver.

Ah ladies --- Don't do that, I'm not a bogy man.

Perhaps he's a burgelaar.

Let us go and call Leandro.

If Leandro is the gentleman with the knife, I have met him and he endeavored to cut me.

Who might you be.

I am Anthony Tweedlepunch, phrenologist, etcetra, etcetra. My photograph.

You are a palmist also, the card says -

Yes, - I can read your palm, and tell you anything you wish to know for a shilling - for two shillings I tell you a great deal that never happened. Let me see your palm. You don't use pearl's soap? Your mother was a married woman. You are a flirt and are inclined to transfer your affections at the slightest provocation.

Transfer my affections - how do you know?

By the number of cross lines running off your main line. You are rather careless of your clothes - your clothes line is full of knots.

I think you are a fraud.

If I am - it is my business.

Here just one moment, please. Do you know I have taken quite a fancy to you?

Have you?

Yes. I should like to cement our friendship with some little token. If you will permit me. Let me see -- What have I. Ah, my pocket knife. Do you know I have carried that knife for ten years? Will you accept it?

Oh thank you very much.

You are not superstitious if you are we won't make it a present just give me some little thing in exchange. Anything will do, it does not matter the amount.

Yes but I haven't anything less than a dollar.

That will do. A dollar will break the hoodoo That's pretty good. They only cost me fifty cents a dozen.

Here comes Mr. Abercoed and Leandro.

Where is this stranger. Are you aware sir that Str-Angers are not allowed on this island?

Quite so, but my mission here is private. Can you tell me if there is upon this island a lady named Quisara?

No such person known here. We are expecting the owner of the island, Mr. Gilfain, whose yacht has been sighted. Perhaps he can inform you. Are you acquainted with Mr. Gilfain?

Yes, that is - I have never met him. The villain - it was he who robbed my old friend Quisara of the secret of Florodora.

Mr. Gilfain is the Supreme authority here. I must detain you until he arrives and leave the disposition of your fate to him.

Fate? My word... There'll be something doing here.

Hadn't I better stab him and throw him into the sea at once. What's the use of bothering Mr. Gilfain.

That young man is too nervous to be trusted with a knife.

No - take him away and confine him in the flower shed until Mr. Gilfain has landed.

Come...

Not with you -- Just as you say - charmed, I'm sure. Would you mind carrying my head? I fear it is slightly cracked. My dear sir can't we be friends!!

Amigos.

No, Hennessy three star but Amigos, if you like that better.

Bah, Adolante - caramba.

Quite so. I'll bet this fellow will stick me for the drinks.

Here he comes. Here's Mr. Gilfain.

Thanks, friends thanks. Wonderful what a hearty welcome they give you, when you're sole proprietor of them all

We're glad to see you back again, sir.

You're glad to see the prodigal returned, eh? I see you have brought out the fatted calves - I'm very glad to be back.

I hope you liked England.

Liked England. Why I'm going to become a denaturalized Englishman. I think that's what they call it -- I know it means an unnatural American. I've bought a castle in Wales, a beautiful romantic spot about four miles from Gylnnyddle. Waddlefad on the banks, of the Jimmyerickingnyflynn river.

How poetical

Isn't it? But Wales is no place for poetry. England's the place for poetry. Why, there's a feller over there named Austin - I think he comes from Texas, they call him the poet lariat. He's got a contract by the year with the Government for all the poetry he turns out. And from what I heard it is only machine goods at that. England is a wonderful country. And the girls - the English girls.

Are they prettier than we are.

A different style of beauty, my dear. But you shall judge for yourself. I have brought some of Angela'a friends over with me to see the Island. Here they are all lined up. Remnants left over from the matrimonial stock of our latest London season, ladies, my clerks. Now boys and girls you know that my one subject in life after Florodora is to see you all happy. I am going to take you all over to Wales. How will travelling suit you eh?

Oh we shouldn't like that at all. There was a traveller here this morning and he seemed far from happy.

A traveller? Who is he - what's his name.

Professor Tweedlepunch, from the Royal Aquarium, London. Here's his photograph.

No strangers allowed here. Leandro, where is this interloper, Prof. Tweedlepunch.

I left him asleep on the shed.

Asleep on my premises - how dare he? I'll wake him up - the idea here boys - Pym, Sir, show our friends around the island. Come Leandro.

Angela. Angela. I've lost Angela Gilfain and I've lost my way. Oh here is someone - will you please tell me --

Good gracious, Lady Holyrood.

Good gracious Frank Abercoed. You here.

Yes -- where I hoped that none of my acquaintances in England should ever find me.

Oh you are very polite -- of course, we know that you had disappeared. We read it in the Daily Telegraph -- but no one know why you went or where you'd gone. Some said you had run away, with a French Ballet girl - others, that you were in a lunatic asylum.

No, neither. I left England because I'd a promise I couldn't perform.

How noble. Who was the promise to -- a woman, or a money lender?

Didn't you know I was engaged to marry?

Yes, I remember. Well, why didn't you marry her?

Well I didn't love her and like a coward I ran away.

A coward -- to run away from a woman with $10,000 a year! I call it pluck or folly, the same thing. But she consoled herself.

How?

Married soon afterward.

Married.

Oh I daresay, they're separated now. They've been married more than a year.

Then I'm free -

Quite right to be grateful -- so few unmarried men are free. They all have ties they can't shake off. Married women are the only people that seem to be really free. But what have you been doing with yourself all this time.

I went to America to earn my living. I called at Mr. Gilfain's office and told him I wanted a position - he asked me what I could do.

I suppose you told him you could play bridge.

No I told him I could read, write, and add up figures.

Unusual accomplishment for an English gentleman. Wasn't he surprised.

Now he told me to sit on a high stool - I sat there a year and then he sent me here as his representative, and here I am.

Yes here you are right enough, but you can't stop here forever now that you're Lord Abercoed.

Lord Abercoed.

Don't you know? Your uncle's been dead ever so long.

Dead? My uncle dead -- are you certain?

Well reasonably so -- I attended his funeral.

Then I am Lord Abercoed.

Yes, and you're wanted in England at once.

I shan't go. I can be happy enough here.

What stay here? In this outlandish hole? Ah there must be some special attraction.

Well, I'm free now - and there is -

In love, eh?

Yes --

How nice, oh do tell me about it. Are you in love like a common person with a nice girl -- or like a fashionable man with a friend's wife?

But what brought you here.

Oh, I came with Mr. Gilfain on business.

Business.

Yes, you see, in the first place, I am looking for a suitable match for my brother Arthur - now - Angela Gilfain will do splendidly, and then as Mr. Gilfain is so very rich, - why I might be persuaded to - to - to --

Oh I see.

I am so glad you see.

You want to be the second Mrs. Gilfain?

Hush, hush. Nothing is arranged. Up to now I am faithful to the memory of my first husband. It is so easy to be faithful to a man who isn't alive.

Well, I know you must have had some strong motive for leaving town. Why London must be like a deserted village without Lady Holyrood.

Oh I suppose they're perfectly wretched without me. They always are when I leave town. SONG -- LADY HOLYROOD "When I Leave Town" I'm a lady, don't forget, With a sense of etiquette, And all I say, Is in the Daily Mail next day, Dances, Music Hall and plays Drawing rooms and smart soirees Or Henley, Goodwood and Paree, Owe their great success to me. Refrain I'm known everywhere From Bayswater to Berkeley Square, I have a sort of air that positively knocks you down, I'm so gay you know, On the go, to and fro, There's nothing anywhere about, When I leave town when I leave town. -2- If I go to sup or dine, I know where to crew the line, A smart black frock, And always home by 12 o'clock I don't pay anything at all, Bar a dreadful Sunday call, And when my funds are singing low, Someone sees to that, you know.

Who was that woman?

A lady from England.

The lady - the lady who wants to marry you? I see. She's come to find

No, no, Dolores, she's a friend of Mr. Gilfain's.

And a friend of yours too.

Yes and a good friend since she has brought me good news.

She was a long time telling you. I don't like her at all.

Why, don't be unreasonable, Dolores, she was only looking for Mr. Gilfain.

Yes, but she found you. After what you told me this morning, I can't bear to see you speak to another woman.

Jealous! Well, that shows she's in earnest.

Oh, Lord Abercoed, I forgot to tell you I've lost Angela Gilfain.

Oh, we'll soon find her. It's a very little island.

Yes, but she's a very little girl. My, what beautiful flowers.

Yes -- that's what we make this perfume of. Take it into the warehouse boys.

Please don't have me put in the warehouse, Mr. Abercoed.

Why, Miss Gilfain, come out of that.

What are you doing there?

It was to surprise you and Arthur and because I was so afraid of papa. He's changed his mind again.

Changed his mind -- about what?

Well, he promised I should marry Arthur and then on our trip across, he said I mustn't. He's found someone else more suitable and -- oh, I can't tell you -- you tell him, Lady Holyrood.

Certainly. You are to be the happy man, Mr. Gilfain wants you to marry Angela.

Impossible.

Why, of course it is --

My dear.

I mean I am so very fond of Arthur.

You see, I told the story of the lost Lord Abercoed on the yacht. Mr. Gilfain guessed it was you and he wants to make his daughter an English Peeress like all other American millionaires.

Oh, there you are, I have been looking all over the place for you. Why, Frank Abercoed, upon my word -- I beg your pardon, Lord Abercoed.

Lord Abercoed?

Yes, he's a lord now with a seat in the House of Peers and with all the privileges of a true born British brewer.

Lord Abercoed, you of Abercoed Castle?

Yes, that's the family place.

Why, that's the place papa has bought and he's going to turn it into a warehouse.

My old home, a warehouse?

And he wants the title to go with the estate to his daughter. Arthur, you must look sharp. You can't find an heiress every day.

Oh bother your heiress. I hate money.

Hate money? What blasphemy.

Well, that is. I hate anything I know so little about! Ah! But I love Angela for her own sweet little self.

And we're not going to give each other up, are we?

I should say not.

Oh, your father will give his consent when he sees how fond you are of each other. Everybody should marry for love. Don't you think so, Lady Holyrood.

Yes - oh yes - if they can afford it. For poor people love is madness.

Then you will tell papa that you won't marry me on any account?

You may depend upon it. I shan't be your rival.

Wait for me, Lord Abercoed. Brother, come here a moment. Now, I don't want my plans upset. If you don't marry Angela, I don't know who you will get to keep race horses for you. I can't, you know.

Keep horse races -- I can't afford to keep chickens.

I say, Arthur, why not try white mice -- they are very inexpensive.

Well, you see you needn't be afraid. The rival says he would not have me for a gift.

He's a fool. I think you are a very tempting investment. Although Frank is a lord, he's as poor as a church mouse.

Aren't all lords poor?

Well, most of them are -- until they are married.

I only care for money as a means to an end.

Well, don't worry, you won't have any difficulty in finding a man willing to be that end.

Yes, but the man I love doesn't seem to love me.

You see there's one great obstacle in our marriage.

What is it?

Why, your father.

But you're not going to marry my father?

No, but I fear it would be a very unhappy marriage for both of us.

What would you say if I told you I couldn't live without you?

I'd say you are the dearest, the sweetest little woman in the world and as soon as we get back to England, we get the whole thing over with in a hurry.

So we shall, in spite of papa.

That's the way to talk.

I shan't wish to have you take pity on an old maid. Youth is the time for love.

Well, the earliest time is the time for me -- and I'm in a deuce of a hurry, I must confess.

It is a fortunate thing for you sir, that your knowledge of phrenology can be of use to me or you would have been thrown off the island, sir - Mr. Tweedle.

Punch - Tweedlepunch - my photograph.

That's the fourth photograph you've given me. Do you take me for an album.

Oh I say - don't throw them about like that. They cost me a cent and a half a piece.

Do you mean to tell me that by the bumps on the head you can tell which person should marry.

I do - unless its subject has been married before, in which case some of the bumps may not be natural. Now it is my theory, that for every woman is born a man is born to match her.

I know a lot of women who are looking for that man.

My science saves them the trouble. Now, for instance, if the count Dr. Castellane has consulted me, I would have married him to Betty Green.

What a combination! If you can do all you say, you are quite a remarkable man.

My dear sir, I should say so -- Excuse me my mistake.

Now I have a daughter - and I want her to marry if you could find her affinity. I'd give the world if I could trust you.

Give me half the world and I'll give you gilt edged security.

If this scheme of yours is any good I can let you in on a good thing.

Good for you or good for me.

Good for you, if you succeed. Now being an American, I naturally want my daughter to marry an English Lord.

Quite so. But where to find a lord in this island, the Lord only knows, eh?

Ah, but there is a Lord? My head clerk, Abercoed, is really Lord Abercoed.

No?

Yes, he doesn't know that I know it. Now if science could arrange that my daughter Angela should marry Lord Abercoed, I would be very grateful to science.

And mark your gratitude in a substantial manner.

Of course. I'm a man of business. And science might be induced to do something else.

Science is always open to reason - if there's enough of it. Science is golden.

I'll give you a chance to make yours 18 K. Now I have a favorite among my farm girls-- Are you laughing or crying? What is the matter with this jackass.

Oh you flirt--

First, what do you mean, sir -- she's nothing particular.

Oh of course not. This is no place for the son of a clergyman.

And of course a man in my position couldn't marry her of his own accord.

Of course not. But, if nature had selected her for you, you would yield.

I suppose the terms will be the same in my case as in my daughter's.

Tell me - you see in your case science will have to work over time. 100 for coupling the two couples.

100 nothing. I'll give you $10 a head.

Oh no, ten dollars a bump.

I'll give you fifty dollars a head - take it or leave it?

Well then I'll take it. But can you make the young people believe in me? Very few do --

They'll do anything I order them - I'm master here.

Then every girl on the island will pass through my hands and I shall surely find the little Quisara.

Well then is it a go?

It is - the saddest thing in life is forming friendships. We meet today and part tomorrow.

I hope so.

I beg pardon --

You heard what I said.

My mistake, but I should like to cement our friendship before parting, by some little token if you will permit me let me see. What have I? Oh, my pocket knife - now I have carried that knife for ten years - will you accept it?

Certainly not. I wouldn't deprive you of it for the world.

Ah, I see, superstitious.

Well yes, I am - a little.

Then we won't make it a present. Just give me something in exchange. Anything will do.

I haven't any change. Nothing smaller than a $2.00 bill.

That will do - two dollars will break the hoodoo.

Well I'll be d-----

What a lovely odor.

Oh yes -- Florodora.

Ah Lady Holyrood, permit me - Prof Tweedlepunch, the phrenologist.

Charmed, I'm sure. My dear Madame, will you permit me. My photograph.

We were discussing the science of marriage.

Marriage isn't a science it's an art.

Prof. Tweedlepunch has a system of marriage that makes everybody happy!

Everybody but me, I have never married.

Disappointed in love?

I should say so. I advertised for a girl with a million dollars and didn't get a single reply.

Does your system of marriage apply to second marriage, Mr. Tweedlepunch?

To any number.

What a pity you didn't live in Bluebeard's time. Are you thinking of marrying again?

Are you, Lady Holyrood?

She's got her eye on the millionaire.

But I must find the right one this time. What's the good of being a widow if you don't profit by your experience.

If this Prof. Tweedlepunch can do all he claims he can he's a wonder. I think I'll call all my people here, and let him test his ability at once.

Call all my people here at once.

Now then, Prof. Tweedlepunch, can arrange it so that I marry Dolores, I need no longer fear the exposure of the secret of Florodora, and with my daughter Angela married to Lord Abercoed I will be able to get into the best society in both England and America.

Ah here comes the Professor. Science shall begin work at once.

One at a time, please. One at a time. Heavens do you all want to get married? Girls Of course we do.

Of course they do, girls will be girls. LAdies and gentlemen before dealing out universal happiness I wish to mention that I am at the head of my profession. I have felt the bumps of all the crowned heads of Europe, all the fat heads of Asia, all the swelled heads of America not forgetting the black heads of Africa. We will now proceed to business.

To show my confidence in the system I've inaugurated for the happiness of others - I am prepared --

Be seated, sir.

At least, my daughter is prepared to submit herself to Mr. Tweedlepunch's scientific investigations.

Why Papa - who is he?

Oh he'll tell you all about himself.

Allow me - my photograph. Taken with my little dog. The one on the right is the dog. Miss Gilfain will you kindly place your head here.

Shall I, Arthur?

Oh certainly do whatever papa wishes, like a good girl.

Oh, no, I don't think I will.

Never fear, my dear. Papa is here. Tweed No danger. Pray be seated. You will pardon my securing you to the chair - my investigations have at times submitted me to personal violence. Mr. Gilfain I find on your daughter's head--

What.

Bumps. Of truthfulness and simplicity - amiability -- good nature and obedience strongly developed - bump of affection sticks out like a water-melon!

Good gracious. He's pretty good judge of character. I shall keep your photograph.

Thank you Miss.

Very few do.

Nothing doing; nothing doing. Mr. Gilfain I find that your daughter is scientifically fitted to marry a man of good business habits.

I'm on the chief clerk.

Allow me, sir. Would you kindly place your head here?

Certainly not. No science on earth could force me to marry where I didn't love.

Oh do try it, Mr. Abercoed it doesn't hurt a bit.

Go on - get in the game - have a dash, have a dash.

I don't mind if I do.

Oh very well. Your decision won't affect me.

This is a remarkable head Listen to that sound. This young man's head is so wonderfully developed. Size enormous. Frontal development above the average. Bump of good business habits splendid. Bump - of - of - of - Agra - Niagara - Niagaranenishness. Oh ---- You see sir, to what limit my science can go when this young man's bumps can talk through his hat. Mr. Gilfain, allow me to present you with the son-in-law science has selected for you.

Son-in-law.

They are made to take each other - like the ace and the king of trumps.

Wonderful. I had hoped that Angela would do better but I submit.

You may submit - I won't.

Look here, Mr. Gilfain, I'm not going to stand this. I want to marry Angela and Abercoed doesn't.

No, I don't mean to, either, in spite of this meddling trickster.

Quite right!

Well, who is next.

What's going on?

We're all going to be married.

By machinery.

Professor Tweedlepunch, this is Dolores--

My favorite farm girl;

I'm on.

Will you allow me? My photograph.

I can't stand these, no tobacco cigarettes.

What's this? A mass meeting? What glorious institution are they trying to destroy now, I wonder.

We're about to try marriage by natural selection.

Shall we all try it Mr. Gilfain.

Don't you think that I'm too old to marry.

A man is never too old to marry - if he's very rich.

Do you think so Lady Holyrood, then I'll try it for your sake. Mr. Tweedlepunch, may I--

Would you kindly place your head there.

I hope he gets an extravagant woman with a nasty temper.

Mr. Gilfain, will you be seated?

Oh, has he pinched my diamond?

You have a fine head, sir. A big head - I may say a fat head. Oh, What's this? What have we here -- - and here -- and here? tut, tut, remarkable.

What is it?

Ah you don't know. He doesn't know. I don't know. Bumps, bumps of robbery largely developed - bumps of false pretences enormous - habitual criminality like a cannon ball.

Well, you'll not carry that out.

My mistake. To carry out my system to perfection, you should marry a girl of sound common sense, strength of purpose - courage and ambition.

Let me out of this. You made it very unpleasant for me, sir.

Oh, no, no I, bumps;

Thumps, I call it.

I will now proceed to find the girl.

I pity the poor girl who gets Papa.

Mr. Tweedlepunch, will you please feel my bumps.

Will I? Won't I? Pardon me dear Madame. Quite impossible.

I'm not impossible.

No, no. You have no bumps.

I have bumps. You don't know your business.

Hugh. Don't give it away. Lady Holyrood up C. then around to R. corner) The favorite farm girl?

What is the trouble, sir?

I have no trouble. Permit me - May I take a little bit off the top.

What do you mean, off the top?

You know.

How dare you, sir?

Cut that out. Go on with the business. Do you know what you are doing sir?

Yes - taking a little bit off the top. But it's so refreshing. Be seated. Common sense as big as a turkey's egg. Courage - you could hange a hat on it.

That's not a bump. That's my ear. And besides you are mussing my hair.

Strength of purpose Mr. Gilfain, nature has graciously designed your favorite farm girl for your wife.

His wife?

Not if I can help it.

Good, if I marry Dolores, my secret is safe forever. It's all right.

It's not all right, pap. I won't have Dolores for my mother.

You attend to your own business my dear. Come my darling kiss your husband.

No, no, I won't.

What's this? What's the matter?

Mr. Gilfain wants to marry me and kiss me. Don't let him.

Don't be afraid. Mr. Gilfain I protest against this. Give up this sham science and let us marry where our hearts direct.

Quite right.

Don't you dare to disobey me, sir. I'm not going to be dictated to by a mere clerk. Do as I order you. Marry my daughter Angela.

I will not.

That's something like a man.

Then I dismiss you from my service. Leave this Island at once.

As you wish. But I'll be no party to the schemes of this mountebank, Mr. Gilfain, I leave your service at once.

Quite right.

I'll never marry you.

You won't.

No, never, no never, never. Angela and Donegal go to Gilfain.

I call this base ingratitude.

Oh papa.

Don't speak to me for another century.

Well, Mr. Tweedlepunch, a pretty mess you've made of it.

I don't seem to have given entire satisfaction.

I should think not; now come here you silly old gentleman.

Pardon me, I should like to cement our friendship. If you will allow me -- let me see, what have I? Ah, my pocket knife. I have carried that knife for ten years. Will you adopt it.

My dear sir, I don't want your knife.

Ah, I see superstitious. Lady Well, I will admit that I am.

Well then, we won't make it a present. Give me some little thing in exchange. Anything will do. It don't matter about the amount.

My, but you are a nuisance. Well there's a penny. Now listen to me. I have my check book with me.

Now I am going to give you $500. If you arrange that, Mr. Gilfain chooses another wife.

Science is a mere baby in the hands of a banker.

Yes and we'll attend to Tweedlepunch

Please, steady. You shall all be married if you'll only wait. Donegal has worked up C - stops his exit up L) Oh I'm undone.

But why did you interfere with us?

Why should I marry a man I don't love?

You don't know - She doesn't know, I don't know - bumps.

If I catch him, I'll give him a bump that he'll never forget.

And are you really going?

Yes, dear, I must. After what Mr. Gilfain said - how can I remain?

I'll return soon and claim you. Can't you trust me? Yes, but I could trust you just as well if I went with you.

Never fear, dear, I won't be long parted from you - and whenever I am, you will always be in my thoughts, waiting for me under the shadows of the beautiful palms.

They all seem very angry.

Now what have you got to say for yourself.

I'm not saying a word.

Oh maybe they've done with you, but I'm not. Is that all right in the back?

Don't be angry. Del. I'm not angry. Don't you dare say I'm angry.

I didn't say you were angry. I say, don't be angry. You are all right you'll soon be married. Del. I know it. But I'm going to marry Mr. Abercoed, not Mr. Gilfain. Do you understand that?

Marry the discharged clerk, when you can get the master? Nonsense, besides that'll hurt Mr. Gilfain's feelings.

Wel I -- I --

Have you known him a long time?

Ever since I was a baby. I was born on this Island.

What a chubby little thing you must have been. Well then can you tell me -- Delores It belonged to my father. He went abroad and died - and then Mr. Gilfain took care of me.

Your father. What was his name?

Fernando Quisara.

Quisara? And Gilfain took possession of the Island of Florodora, and of you. I have found her. I have found her.

You silly old man I have been here all the while.

But I didn't know you were Dolores Quisara. He did, that's why he wanted to marry you. Gilfain is a --

What?

He's a reptile. You will never marry him. You can marry Mr. Abercoed or me, or any other blackguard you like, but Gilfain, never. He's a worm - an ordinary cabbage worm and I'll crush. That's my crushes - He's a cobra di Capello.

Leandro.

There he is. Now you just watch me. Mr. Gilfain you know me.

Know you - you are my best best friend.

Now isn't that aggravating?

You still here? I told you to be off.

I don't need to be told again, sir. I'm going.

I'll go too. I'll go with him.

No you don't; you stay here. You're mind.

And mine.