_SCENE: Main thoroughfare in populous district of London. Time:
Noon. Not a soul to be seen anywhere._

_Enter comic loveress R., walking in the middle of the road._

_Enter comic lover L., also walking in the middle of the road._

_They neither see the other until they bump against each other in
the center._

HE. Why, Jane! Who'd a' thought o' meeting you here!

SHE. You evidently didn't--stoopid!

HE. Halloo! got out o' bed the wrong side again? I say, Jane, if you
go on like that you'll never get a man to marry you.

SHE. So I thought when I engaged myself to you.

HE. Oh! come, Jane, don't be hard.

SHE. Well, one of us must be hard. You're soft enough.

HE. Yes, I shouldn't want to marry you if I weren't. Ha! ha! ha!

SHE. Oh, you gibbering idiot! (_Said archly._)

HE. So glad I am. We shall make a capital match (_attempts to kiss
her_).