[Nervously.] Ha, ha, ha!
Tom.
Come! you enter! [pointing to the right] there! [returning to the prompt-table with Imogen] you stroll on, looking about you! Now, Mr. Gordon!
Arthur.
[Advancing to the center of the stage, occasionally glancing at his part.] "A pretty place. I am glad I left the carriage at the lodge and walked through the grounds."
[There is an exclamation, proceeding from the auditorium, and the sound of the overturning of a chair.]
Imogen.
Oh!
O'Dwyer.
[Appearing, looking into the auditorium.] What's that? This is the noisiest theatre I've ever set foot in——!