Mrs. Emptage.
[Pacing the room again.] I can hear them doing it! Bravo, Mrs. Fraser! Eh, girls?
Mrs. Quinton Twelves.
Plucky Mrs. Fraser!
Justina.
How jolly to have been there just then!
Sir Fletcher Portwood.
As a matter of fact, I talked with several strangers of a humble rank of life, and hinted that a few cheers—so regrettable and unseemly in a court of law as a rule—I hinted that a few cheers would undoubtedly be justifiable in the present instance, as well as peculiarly agreeable to me. It seems that Babbitt——
[Horton enters with a card.
Mrs. Emptage.