Eh? How is the Dean? Never mind—perhaps Miss Jedd is at home?
Blore.
Yes, sir, she his.
Tarver.
It would be discourteous to run away without asking Miss Jedd after her father.
Darbey.
[Throwing himself on the settee.] Deuced bad form!
Blore.
The ladies were ’ere a minute ago.
[Salome and Sheba walk in together. Salome has her arm round her sister’s waist and looks up to her with a sweet, trusting smile. They start in confusion on seeing Tarver and Darbey.