JUGGINS. No, madam.
MRS GILBEY [to Dora, rising] Well, good-bye. [Shaking her hand] So pleased to have made your acquaintance.
DORA. [standing up] Dont mention it. I'm sure it's most kind of you to receive me at all.
MRS GILBEY. I must go off now and order lunch. [She trots to the door]. What was it you called the concertina?
DORA. A squiffer, dear.
MRS GILBEY. [thoughtfully] A squiffer, of course. How funny! [She goes out].
DORA. [exploding into ecstasies of mirth] Oh my! isnt she an old love? How do you keep your face straight?
JUGGINS. It is what I am paid for.
DORA. [confidentially] Listen here, dear boy. Your name isnt Juggins. Nobody's name is Juggins.
JUGGINS. My orders are, Miss Delaney, that you are not to be here when Mr Gilbey returns from Wormwood Scrubbs.