MITCH: Let me lift yon.
BLANCHE: Samson! Go on, lift me. [He comes behind her and put.
his hands on her waist and raises her lightly off the ground] Well?
MITCH: You are light as a feather.
BLANCHE: Ha-ha! [He lowers her but keeps his hands on her waist
Blanche speaks With an affectation of demureness] You may release me now.