[His head again appearing.] Rise, darlin'!
[Rose rises.]
The Gentleman.
[To Imogen.] "Your bravura has just arrived from London. Lady McArchie wishes you to try it over; and if I may add my entreaties——"
Imogen.
[Taking his arm.] "Delighted, Lord Parracourt. [To Rose.] Miss Harrington, bring your work indoors and hear me squall. [To the Gentleman.] Why, you must have telegraphed to town!"
The Gentleman.
[As they cross the stage.] "Yes, but even telegraphy is too sluggish in executing your smallest command."
[Imogen and the keen-faced gentleman go off on the left. He remains in the wings, she returns to the prompt-table.]