Yes it is. We’ll pop in at the club on our way, and you can give me a bitters.
[Goes out.
Mr. Posket.
Good gracious, what a boy! Hotel des Princes, Meek Street! What shall I do? Tell his mother? Why, it would turn her hair grey. If I could only get a quiet word with this Mr. Achille Blond, I could put a stop to everything. That is my best course, not to lose a moment in rescuing the child from his boyish indiscretion. Yes, I must go with Cis to Meek Street.
Enter Agatha Posket and Charlotte, elegantly dressed.
Agatha Posket.
Have you sent for a cab, Æneas?
Mr. Posket.
Cis is looking after that.
Agatha Posket.