Maud.
Now, Baron——! Slapping his arm. Ha, ha, ha——!
He pushes Maud out of the room, she resisting laughingly, and closes the door.
Von Rettenmayer.
Holding the slippers aloft. Gendlemen! Homage to Beaudy! Vollow me! Zam! Vinzent! Rober! Neego! Eddie! The men put themselves behind him, in single file, in the order in which he calls them, with the exception of Jeyes, who deliberately sits at the writing-table, and Farncombe, who is embarrassed. Jimmie claps her hands and Mrs. Upjohn, who is pouring out tea, laughs herself into a fit of coughing. Ta, ta, ra, ra, ta, ta! Boum, boum!
Lily.
Baron, you great baby!
Von Rettenmayer.
Quig! Marge!
Roper.