"But soft what light through yonder window breaks, as the Bard said, in one of his riper moments! Allow me, sweet lady, to unburden you of your paraphenalia." This persiflage derived from another figure the wind pushed in, wrapped in a somewhat tattered cloak, and carrying a carpet bag emblazoned with heraldic insignia. "Perhaps you know of me?" (Lola did not). "Perhaps on the wall of your local hall of exposition, and I do not refer of course to the post office. I refer to the THEATRE!!!!" (Low bow, flourish, red face)" "Name? Cassius de Mornay, enchanter of the crowned heads of Europe, the Sultan of Oman, and the erstwhile Sultan of Brunei, who once opined that my Coriolanus put him in fear of his own kingdom!!!!" (Opens carpet bag, revealing collection of battered books, a wooden sword, a somewhat woebegone skull, and a cocked hat with bent feather)."Might I have the honour of the company of one of the sweet ladies, goodnight sweet ladies, present, for a brief libation. Let me not drink of the wine when tis red, whiskey, s'il vous plait, Innkeeper!!!" (Approaches innocent looking chair, pauses briefly, looks in all directions for female company, sits in the style of Henry IV Part I ruing the impossibility of setting out for the Holy Land).