_Enter_ Adolphus.

_Ad_. I have ventured to kuk-kuk-kuk-call, Lady Elaine, with the pap-pap-
pattern I promised of female attire suited to all classes; for why should
we recognise any did-did-distinction between the folds which drape the
form of the aristocrat and the pop-pop-pauper? It is all in
kuk-kuk-curves and circles; there is not a straight line about it worn
thus. See how graciously it flows! [_Puts his head through a hole in
the middle_.] But allow me; your form will do far more justice to it
than mine. [_Takes it off and puts it on_ Lady Elaine.] Ah, how
divinely precious! [_Gazes with rapture_. Lady Elaine _sits down in
it_.]

_El_. Dear Adolphus, why should this strained conventional formality
exist any longer between us? Can we not read each other's thoughts? Can
we not feel each other's hearts beating in sweet accord? Are we not
formed and fashioned for each other? Let this exquisite garment, which
we have both worn, be the symbol of that internal robe which costumes our
united souls, woven from the texture of our affections.

_Ad_. [_falling on his knees, kisses its hem_]. Sweet symbol of
sanctified intuitions! Tit-tit-tit-transparent--though it may seem tot-
tot-tolerably thick; for does it not reveal to me the workings of the
soul of my beb-beb-beloved? Ah, Elaine, how trifling do earthly
treasures seem, compared with those of the affections! You will be mine,
for ever mine, dud-dud-darling, will you not--even though I may not have
the riches I am supposed to possess?

_El_. Oh, Adolphus! how can you ask me such a question? What is the