Mrs. S. What? (To Grace.) Go to your room, Grace; I want to talk to Dibbs.
(Exit Grace, R. 2 E.
Mrs. S. Now, Dibbs, what is that in your hand?
Dibbs. Nothing, mum. (Producing hand from behind back, empty.)
Mrs. S. The other one?
Dibbs (passing card from hand to hand behind him). Same, mum!
Mrs. S. Both together! (Business, etc.) Ah! I thought so! (Taking card from him.) You may go—stop—(reading card.) Show the lady up, and not a word of warning to her that she will meet me instead of your master. If you breathe a syllable to her you shall be discharged. Keep whistling all the while go that I may know you are not telling her. (Dibbs whistles Dead March and goes off slowly; he is heard in the distance as if he went downstairs. The sound becomes louder as he returns with lady.)
Enter Dibbs, followed by Miss Lottie Blithers; she is a showily-dressed young lady of prepossessing appearance.
Mrs. S. (to Dibbs, who continues to whistle). That will do!
(Exit Dibbs.