wealth of the pocket as compared with the wealth of the soul!

_Ad_. True! oh, quite intensely true!--for how sweetly sings the poet
Oscar on this theme!--

"As like miners we explore
Hidden treasures in the soul,
And we pip-pip-pick the amorous ore
Firmly bedded in its hole;
New emotions come to light,
Flashing in affections' rays,
Scintillating to the sight,
With a tit-tit-tit-transcendental bib-bib-bib-blaze,
Warming us until we burn
With a glow of sacred fire,
And as coals to diamonds turn,
Sparkling in us with did-did-did-desire."

_El_. Oh, quite, quite too lovely! Come, Adolphus--why should we linger
here, now that our troths are plighted? Why should we not at once brave
the world together? I need the sweet scents of the air, the rustle of
leaves, the singing of birds, the chattering of monkeys, and the hum of
nature. Let us go, my love, and walk in the Zoo.

_Ad_. [_rising_]. Dud-dud-dud-do you intend to keep that on?

_El_. What on?

_Ad_. This mystic garment of kuk-kuk-curves and circles.