Miss Munkittrick has been rolled upon the floor.
Mr. Joseph Lebanon.
She was passin’ at the time—I didn’t select her. Don’t be so conceited!
[Lebanon continues to explain. Munkittrick is indignant; Drumdurris endeavors to soothe him. Brooke enters carrying a satin shoe, which he presents to Miss Munkittrick.]
Brooke Twombley.
Awfully sorry—what? [Brooke hurries out.]
Miss Munkittrick.
Where is papa?
[Imogen enters, carrying an aigrette.]
Imogen.