The Big Drum: A Comedy in Four Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

[A tall, languishing woman with a toneless drawl—to Roope.] Am I late?

Roope.

[Pressing her hand.] Not a second, my very dear friend.

Mrs. Anslow.

Can't help it if I am. My car got smashed up last week in Roehampton Lane, and the motor people have lent me the original ark, on wheels. [Mrs. Quebec comes to her.] Hullo, Esmé!

Mrs. Quebec.

[Shaking hands.] How'r you, Millicent?

Mrs. Anslow.

[Going to Green and giving him her hand.] Oh, and here's that horrid Mr. Green!

Green.