_Mr. Budkin_ (_to Mrs. M._). Your 'usband don't seem to be putting
himself out, Angel or no Angel.

_Mrs. M._ (_complacently_). He knows too well what's due to _me_, Mr.
BUDKIN. _I'm_ Angel enough for him!

_Hyp._ I shall now persuade this Gentleman that there is a beautiful
young lady in green at the door of this hall. (_To Mr. M._) Do you see
her, Sir?

_Mr. M._ (_rising with alacrity_). I do. Lovely creature!

[_He suddenly snatches up a decanter of water, and invites
his invisible charmer, in passionate pantomime, to come up and
share it with him--to the infinite delight of the Audience,
and disgust of his Wife._

AFTER THE PERFORMANCE.

_Mr. Midgelly_ (_as he rejoins his Wife_). I felt the influence more
strongly to-night than what I have yet; and the Professor says, if I
only keep on coming up every night while he's here, I shall soon be
completely susceptible to--Why, whatever's the matter, my dear?

_Mrs. M._ Matter! You're quite susceptible enough as it is; and, now
I know how you can go on, you don't catch me letting _you_ get
'ipnotised again. You and your young lady in green indeed!

_Mr. M._ (_utterly mystified_). Me and my--I don't know what you're
alluding to. It's the first _I've_ heard of it!