THE SECOND ACT.
Difficulties.
The scene is a handsomely decorated and elegantly furnished morning-room at Sir Julian Twombley’s, with every evidence of luxury and refined taste. It is a July morning.
Sir Julian is playing his flute. Mr. Melton, a good-looking, well-dressed young man, enters carrying a few sheets of paper.
Mr. Melton.
Pardon me. [Sir Julian’s flute gives a squeak.]
Sir Julian Twombley.
Oh, Melton?
Mr. Melton.
The arrangements for this morning are quite complete, Sir Julian.