[Outside.] Pray hear two wretched men! Miss Jedd!
Salome.
[In a whisper.] There they are.
Sheba.
Shall we grant them a dignified interview?
Salome.
Yes. Curl your lip, Sheba.
Sheba.
You curl your lip better than I—I’ll dilate my nostrils.
[Salome draws aside the curtain. Tarver and Darbey enter. They are both very badly and shabbily dressed as Cavaliers.