Tarver.
[In an agony of contrition.] Oh, did we?
Darbey.
Awfully cut up to hear it.
Sheba.
We never dreamt of finding two visitors for Papa.
Blore.
Why, you told me to show the gentlemen hin, Miss Sheba!
[The two girls start guiltily and glare at Blore.
Salome.