[The Doctor walks about with his hands under his coat, seeming very much elated.]
Mrs. Gaines. Why, doctor, what is the matter?
Dr. Gaines. My dear, don't call me doctor.
Mrs. G. What should I call you?
Dr. G. Call me Colonel, my dear—Colonel. I have been elected Colonel of the Militia, and I want you to call me by my right name. I always felt that Providence had designed me for something great, and He has just begun to shower His blessings upon me.
Mrs. G. Dear me, I could never get to calling you Colonel; I've called you Doctor for the last twenty years.
Dr. G. Now, Sarah, if you will call me Colonel, other people will, and I want you to set the example. Come, my darling, call me Colonel, and I'll give you any thing you wish for.
Mrs. G. Well, as I want a new gold watch and bracelets, I'll commence now. Come, Colonel, we'll go to supper. Ah! now for my new shawl. [Aside.] Mrs. Lemme was here to-day, Colonel, and she had on, Colonel, one of the prettiest shawls, Colonel, I think, Colonel, that I ever saw, Colonel, in my life, Colonel. And there is only one, Colonel, in Mr. Watson's store, Colonel; and that, Colonel, will do, Colonel, for a Colonel's wife.
Dr. G. Ah! my dear, you never looked so much the lady since I've known you. Go, my darling, get the watch, bracelets and shawl, and tell them to charge them to Colonel Gaines; and when you say "Colonel," always emphasize the word.
Mrs. G. Come, Colonel, let's go to supper.
Dr. G. My dear, you're a jewel,—you are! [Exit, R.
Enter Cato, L.
Cato. Why, whar is massa and missis? I tought dey was here. Ah! by golly, yonder comes a mulatter gal. Yes, it's Mrs. Jones's Tapioca. I'll set up to dat gal, dat I will.
Enter Tapioca, R.
Good ebenin', Miss Tappy. How is your folks?
Tapioca. Pretty well, I tank you.
