Thank Heaven for
passionate people. But I see Jenny coming. My amorous heart ignites
with new flames in her presence.
(Enter Jenny)
Jenny
I am come to look for your master.
Spruce
While waiting for him to come, permit my love to entertain you. Let me
sacrifice my heart at the altar of your matchless charms.
Jenny
Take your sacrifices elsewhere, and never trouble yourself to speak to
me again! Your master has treated me with disrespect, and I am going
to be avenged on you for it. To call me a creature!
Spruce
But, is that my fault?
Jenny (implacably)
You are his valet!
Spruce
Ha, don't pay attention to him. Sometimes, he's like that. Hard and
brutal as a dog.
Jenny
My ears are still ringing from his villainous words, and, my lady is
so scandalized that she is breaking with him, forever, even though it
breaks her poor heart. I am sent to collect her portrait and all her
letters.
Spruce
It's useless to keep the letters, but as to the portrait--the frame is
made of gold and studded with diamonds. It's my considered opinion,
that he should not part with the portrait,--it's too precious to give
back--from sentiment, of course. The two are not the same. We can pawn
it, if the need for money drives us to extremities, my child.
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