[With suppressed rage.] You needn’t wait, Blore!
Blore.
[To himself.] Let ’em ’ang that on the ’atstand!
[Blore goes out. Darbey and Sheba stroll together into the Library.
Tarver.
[To Salome.] We thought we’d ride over directly after parade to make the final arrangements for tonight. Have the costumes arrived?
Salome.
Yes, they came yesterday in a hamper labeled “Miss Jedd, Secretary, Cast-off Clothing Distribution League.”
Tarver.
That was my idea—came to me in the middle of the night.