LORDS OF CREATION.
LORDS OF CREATION.
Scene—Elegant Drawing-Room. Door C., Sofa, R., Chairs, etc.Table, L. C.
(Enter Jennie, C., holding small bouquet in her hand.)
Jennie. Here is Mr. Eugene's bouquet, and now where is Mr. Eugene? Nothere, of course, and I must be running all over the house to find him.All a body has to do is to wait on him, that is what he thinks! Forhe is a lord of creation, he is! And he must have his buttonholebouquet, and his hair parted in the middle, and his mustache waxed, andeverybody must bow down and worship him! But after all, he isn't as badas his father. Oh! isn't he just awful! Dear me, what a terriblething it must be to think yourself so superior, all on account of yoursex!
Jim (looking in, C.). May I come in?
Jen. (looking over shoulder). Oh! You are here, are you? I might haveknown you would be!
Jim (coming down R. awkwardly). Yes, because I always come where youare, if I can.
Jen. (L.) Too bad, ain't it, I don't appreciate it any better? Youhaven't seen Mr. Eugene anywhere, have you?
Jim. Seen him? No! That is, not since two o'clock this morning, whenI helped him up-stairs, and he called me his darling Jim.
Jen.