Colonel.
You used to play charmingly, Mabel.
Mrs. Parbury.
You thought so, dear, and that was enough for me. [She rises and crosses to C.] Why don’t we sit in the garden? It’s a perfect night. [Colonel strolls off to garden.] [Mrs. Parbury goes to Parbury, who is standing by fireplace, and takes his arm. In a low voice.] Are you still angry?
Parbury.
[As they go out to the garden.] I angry with you! Nonsense. [He pats her hand.] Poor little woman! Poor little woman!
[Exit Mr. and Mrs. Parbury.
Gunning.
[Crossing to R.C. top of the table.] Are you not coming, Miss Woodward?
Miss Woodward.