Tom.
[Brusquely.] Are you? I'm glad.
Rose.
Glad! that is hateful of you, Tom Wrench!
Arthur.
[Looking at his watch.] The carriage is certainly two or three minutes before its time, Mr. Telfer.
Telfer.
Two or three——-! The speeches, my dear sir, the speeches! [Mrs. Mossop returns, panting.]
Mrs. Mossop.
The footman, a nice-looking young man with hazel eyes, says the carriage and pair can wait for a little bit. They must be back by three, to take their lady into the Park——