Second Appreciative Lady. “How handsome ROCKWELL looks!  Just like a real baronet, my dear!”

Other Appreciative Ladies. “The dresses at WALLACK’S are always perfectly exquisite.  I mean to have my next dress made with a green silk fichu, a moire antique bertha, and little point lace peplums and gussets, just like Miss MESTAYER’S.  Won’t it be sweet?”

All the Counter-Jumpers in the Theatre. “JIM WALLACK’S the boy!  Don’t he talk up to those aristocratic snobs, though?”

Act 2.  Enter Unpleasant Neighbor and Unintelligible German.  The former says, “You’re sure there’s an iron mine on the Baronet’s land?”

Unintelligible German. “Ya!  Das ist um-um-um.”

Enter Merchant Prince and Slangy Daughter.  Exeunt the other fellows.

Merchant Prince. “There is nothing like the grandeur of trade; and yet we tradesmen are not proud.  See!  I offer to marry you.”

Slangy daughter. “I love you wildly! (Aside.) I do hope he won’t rumple my hair.”

Merchant Prince. “Come to my arrums!  The majesty of trade is so infinitely above any thing else”—­and so forth.

Enter Managing Wife. “Take her, noble Merchant, and be happy (Aside.) This settles the affair of the mortgage.” (To Daughter) “Come, darling, we’ll go and tell your father.” (They go.)

Enter Unpleasant Neighbor. “Here’s a telegram for you.  No bad news, I hope?”

Merchant Prince. “I am ruined unless you lend me L40,000.  Do it, and I will assign to you the mortgage on the baronet’s property.  The majesty of trade is something which”—­

Unpleasant Neighbor. “Here it is.” (Aside.) “Now I’ll get possession of the estate and the iron-mine.”

Enter Managing Wife. “Ruined, are you?  Of course you can’t have my daughter now.”

Merchant Prince. “I resign her.  We tradesmen are infinitely greater than you aristocrats.”

Curtain falls, Baker wakes up.  “Shoo Fly” by the Orchestra, and remarks on dress by the ladies as before.  Counter-jumpers go out to drink to the majesty of trade, having grown perceptibly taller since the play began.

Act 3.  Unprincipled Neighbor to Unintelligible Dutchman. “Have you got the analysis of the iron ore?”

Unintelligible Dutchman. “Ya!  Das its um-um-um.”

Unprincipled Neighbor. “All right!  Now I’ll foreclose the mortgage, and will be richer than ever.”

Enter Vague Baronet, and Wife and Daughter, and Lawyer.  To them collectively remarks the Unprincipled Neighbor, “The mortgage is due.  As you can’t pay, you’ve got to move out.”

Disagreeable Lawyer. “Not much!  Here’s an analysis of iron ore found on our land.  We raised money on the mine, and are ready to pay off the mortgage.”