Approaching Farncombe and taking him by the lapel of his coat. What I want to say to you is, doing anything to-night?
Farncombe.
I—I shall be at the theatre.
Roper.
Oh, we shall all be at the theatre, to shout Many Happy Returns. Later, I mean.
Farncombe.
Nothing that I can’t get out of.
Roper.
Good. Look here. Smythe is giving her a bit of supper in the foyer after the show, a dance on the stage to follow. About five-and-twenty people. ’Ull you come?
Farncombe.