(A beautiful redhead enters in bluejeans, her hair carelessly flung back and her smile as bright as moonlight on the Mississipi. It is none other than the charming Ann, who has refreshed herself and is no longer sticky, nor crumb covered. The mysterious gentleman in the corner sets down his Roffe Koyale and bows, sweeping back his loong cape. He recites:)

"A SWEET disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness:—
A lawn about the shoulders thrown
Into a fine distractiòn,—
... A cuff neglectful, and thereby
Ribbands to flow confusedly,—
A winning wave, deserving note,
In the tempestuous petticoat,—
A careless shoe-string, in whose tie
I see a wild civility,—
Do more bewitch me, than when art

Is too precise in every part."

Welcome, sweet coz! Share for to care a Roffee Kyale? A joy to see you.