Dorothy: When the landlord comes in the morning—
Philip: He will turn us into the street. Yes. But we shall not be here.
Dorothy: I wonder!
Philip: So do I; that has always been my pride.
[A pause.]
Philip: Let me move my arm, dear, it’s getting cramped.
Dorothy: Poor old Philip. Is it better now?
Philip: I can hear the beating of your heart.
Dorothy: And I the singing of yours.
Philip and Dorothy: Good-night love!
[A long pause.]
Dorothy: Good gracious, Philip, what a strong smell of gas. Oh! I forgot—
[Philip chuckles aloud in the dark.]
CURTAIN.
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