I’m always dreadfully excited when I’m asked to sing. It’s as good as a carbonate of soda lozenge to me to be asked to sing. [To Blore.] My music is in my overcoat pocket.
[Blore crosses to the door.
Sheba.
And Mr. Darbey has brought his violin.
Tarver.
[In a rage, glaring at Darbey.] Hah! There now!
Darbey.
[To Blore.] You’ll find it in the hall.
[Blore goes out. The Dean dozes in a chair. Salome and Sheba talk to Georgiana at the table.
Tarver.