When Tony drops off Polly’s costume for the ball she is, by lucky chance, there to receive it. Tony is down on his luck, but Polly likes his look. There must be nobility in there somewhere, the face of this messenger boy is so fine. She has an extra ticket to the ball tonight, would he like to come? Her heart is so full of blood she is worried it will burst inside of her body and she will die before experiencing its ecstasy. What did she do to deserve so fine a man? He’s arrived! He’s really arrived!

~ Intermission ~