CHAPTER II.
[Scene-A Dwelling in Rome.] "My dear sir, it is useless to talk.

I haven't anything against you, but I can't let my daughter marry a hash of love, art, and starvation--I believe you have nothing else to offer." "Sir, I am poor, I grant you.

But is fame nothing?
The Hon.

Bellamy Foodle of Arkansas says that my new statue of America, is a clever piece of sculpture, and he is satisfied that my name will one day be famous." "Bosh! What does that Arkansas ass know about it?
Fame's nothing--the market price of your marble scarecrow is the thing to look at.

It took you six months to chisel it, and you can't sell it for a hundred dollars.
No, sir! Show me fifty thousand dollars and you can have my daughter -- otherwise she marries young Simper.