Boisterously. Time! Time! To those standing at the counter. ’Low me. ’Low me. To Luigi. Glass o’ lemonade and a whiskey-and-soda. Quick with the whiskey-and-soda.
Mrs. Stidulph.
To Von Rettenmayer. But I don’t intend to stick to that arrangement. If I can’t get back into the theatres, there are the halls! I was telling the Colonel this morning——
Roper.
Appearing before Mrs. Stidulph, his programme in his hand. Ours, Dolly.
Von Rettenmayer.
Rising with alacrity. Aha! Bowing to Mrs. Stidulph. I yield with relugtance.
Roper sits beside Mrs. Stidulph and Von Rettenmayer hastens to Enid.
Roper.
To Mrs. Stidulph. Another waltz.