Janet. You'll spoil these trousers.
Carve. Will you come and lunch with me at the Grand Babylon to-morrow?
Janet. But I've never been in such a place in my life.
Carve. Remember. You're my only friend. Will you come and lunch with me at the Grand Babylon to-morrow?
Janet. (Timidly.) I should like to. (Suddenly.) Here, give me those trousers, do! (She takes hold of one leg, Carve retaining the other.)
Cyrus. Oh!
CURTAIN.