"There seems to be nothing else," said Bertie. "As soon as you get into Madame Tussaud's the main object seems to be to drive you out. They keep on telling you how you can get out, and where you can get out, and when. How wonderful a fire would be here!"
"Do you think Sylvia got out by one of the emergency exits? I haven't seen her or Woodville for some time."
"Oh, can't you let them have tea in peace?" said Bertie.
"I'm sure they are not having tea. Sylvia hates Bath buns. But we'll go and look for them, and the children too."
Savile and Dolly were found on a red velvet sofa, sulking, while Sylvia and Woodville were still listening to the band.
Dolly complained that Savile had been "horrid to her about Charles II," and that he said she was too young to see the Horrors.
Sylvia and Woodville had simply forgotten all about the waxworks.
The band was so very good and had been playing musical-comedy airs so charmingly.
Wilton declared his nerves were completely shattered and he must have a rest cure in the form of being driven home by Felicity, he could not possibly go alone.
Vera had to fetch Mr. Ogilvie from the chambers. Savile, feeling very grown-up, drove Dolly back in a hansom.