Mr. Joseph Lebanon.
Let it blow over!
Earl of Drumdurris.
My dear sir!
Mr. Joseph Lebanon.
Oh, very well, you’re losing the best of the ball.
[The Munkittrick and Miss Munkittrick go out, followed by Egidia and Drumdurris. Imogen, Lady Euphemia, and Brooke enter hastily, each carrying a fragment of Miss Munkittrick’s dress.]
Mr. Joseph Lebanon.
[Taking the remnants.] Allow me—allow me—my affair.
[Imogen, Lady Euphemia, and Brooke go out. Lebanon crams the pieces of Miss Munkittrick’s dress under a chair cushion.]