Darbey.
Oh, because she’s heard Joachim.
[Darbey plays and Sheba accompanies him. Salome sits beside Tarver.
Georgiana.
[To herself.] Well, after all, George, my boy, you’re not stabled in such a bad box! Here is a regular pure, simple, English Evening at Home!
The Dean.
[Mumbling to himself.] A thousand pounds to the Restoration Fund and all those bills to settle—oh dear! oh dear! What shall I do?
Salome.
[To herself.] I hope my ball-dress will drive all the other women mad!
Tarver.