Yes, and then the servant handed him a dish and he shied at it. So we lost that.
Salome.
Still, we ought to congratulate ourselves upon—upon a——
Sheba.
Upon a—upon a——
Georgiana.
Upon a frightfully jolly dinner. [Taking her betting book from her pocket.] Excuse me, girls. I’ve some figures to work out. If Dandy Dick hasn’t fed better at the “Swan” than we have at the Deanery, he won’t be in the first three. [Reckoning.] Let me see.
Salome.
[To Sheba.] All’s settled, Sheba, isn’t it?
Sheba.