JENNIFER. What a shame! It’s a quarter past: the private view will begin in less than half an hour.
THE SECRETARY. I think I’d better run over to the printers to hurry them up.
JENNIFER. Oh, if you would be so good, Mr Danby. I’ll take your place while youre away.
THE SECRETARY. If anyone should come before the time dont take any notice. The commissionaire wont let anyone through unless he knows him. We have a few people who like to come before the crowd—people who really buy; and of course we’re glad to see them. Have you seen the notices in Brush and Crayon and in The Easel?
JENNIFER [indignantly] Yes: most disgraceful. They write quite patronizingly, as if they were Mr Dubedat’s superiors. After all the cigars and sandwiches they had from us on the press day, and all they drank, I really think it is infamous that they should write like that. I hope you have not sent them tickets for to-day.
THE SECRETARY. Oh, they wont come again: theres no lunch to-day. The advance copies of your book have come. [He indicates the new books].
JENNIFER [pouncing on a copy, wildly excited] Give it to me. Oh! excuse me a moment [she runs away with it through the private door].
The Secretary takes a mirror from his drawer and smartens himself before going out. Ridgeon comes in.
RIDGEON. Good morning. May I look round, as well, before the doors open?
THE SECRETARY. Certainly, Sir Colenso. I’m sorry catalogues have not come: I’m just going to see about them. Heres my own list, if you dont mind.