Lily.
To Farncombe, who is standing by the writing-table. Lord Farncombe——?
Farncombe goes to her and they dance together.
Fulkerson.
To Daphne, tapping her on the shoulder. Missdure, may I have th’ grea’ pleasure——? Shaking her. Missdure—Missdure——
Daphne.
Starting up. Oh! Looking round wildly. Oh——!
Fulkerson.
Dancing with her. Pray ’xcuse th’ absence ’f gloves.
Daphne.