Flo Ah! then it is our American cousin. Glad to see you--
my brother told us to expect you.

Asa Wal, yes, I guess you do b'long to my family. I'm Asa Trenchard,
born in Vermont, suckled on the banks of Muddy Creek, about the
tallest gunner, the slickest dancer, and generally the loudest critter
in the state. You're my cousin, be you? Wal, I ain't got no objections
to kiss you, as one cousin ought to kiss another.

Ver Sir, how dare you?

Asa Are you one of the family? Cause if you ain't, you've got
no right to interfere, and if you be, you needn't be alarmed,
I ain't going to kiss you. Here's your young man's letter.
[Gives letter and attempts to kiss her.]

Flo In the old country, Mr. Trenchard, cousins content themselves
with hands, but our hearts are with them. You are welcome,
there is mine. [Gives her hand, which he shakes heartily.]

Asa That'll do about as well. I won't kiss you if you don't want me to;
but if you did, I wouldn't stop on account of that sailor man.
[Business of Vernon threatening Asa.] Oh! now you needn't get your back up.
What an all-fired chap you are. Now if you'll have me shown to my room,
I should like to fix up a bit and put on a clean buzzom. [All start.]
Why, what on earth is the matter with you all? I only spoke because
you're so all-fired go-to-meeting like.

Flo Show Mr. Trenchard to the red room, Mr. Binny, that is if you
are done with it, Mr. Dundreary.