[Parbury presses Gunning forward. Gunning looks round at Parbury reproachfully. Parbury goes up stage.
Gunning.
[Embarrassed.] Well, it’s my yacht, Mrs. Parbury, but she’s very small—only a little tub of a thing; and— [Looks at his watch.] By Jove! I’ll never be able to dress and get back for dinner if I don’t hurry. [Gets his hat and gloves, L. Goes up quickly.] I need only say au revoir; don’t trouble, Clement, I’ll find my way out—au revoir!
[Exit Gunning, L.
[Mrs. Parbury, who is puzzled, sits on sofa.
Parbury.
[Calling after Gunning.] Dinner at eight, remember.
Gunning.
[Outside.] All right!