Lily.
Sitting in the arm-chair by the centre table. I feel as fresh as paint. To Gabrielle. Give me a sip.
De Castro hands Gabrielle’s glass to Lily.
Fulkerson.
Gazing at Daphne stupidly and singing to himself. “Oh, the gals! Oh, the gals! I am awfully fond of the gals!——”
Von Rettenmayer, Roper, de Castro, Enid and Gabrielle.
Chiming in with Fulkerson lightly. “Be they ebon or blond, Of the gals I am fond;——”! Ha, ha, ha, ha!
Bland.
H’sh, h’sh! Ma’s quite right. Seating himself at the piano. One more turn and then let’s clear out.
Lily.