Ethel. If I were a witch, I'd curse him with asthma. Mr. Johnstone, go and curse him for me.
Johnstone. With pleasure.
Ethel. Just give him a piece of my mind. [Enter Girl.
Johnstone. [Flatteringly.] He doesn't deserve such a gift. But isn't this a lovely party? Will you excuse me? [He goes up stage to Blanche, offers his arm, which she takes, and they exit. Kitty and Ethel watch Blanche and Johnstone, amused.
Kitty. [To Ethel.] Just look at Blanche. Do you suppose she's going to—
Ethel. She's going to with all her might and main, if he will only ask her.
Kitty. A large if— [Laughing. Fanshaw and Gertrude join Ethel and Kitty down stage.
Fanshaw. Looks as if Johnny were getting pretty stuck on Blanche, doesn't it? [Goes to Kitty. Trimmins moves up centre.
Ethel. Yes, or just the other way round. [All laugh.
Gertrude. Who are you dancing the cotillon with, Ethel?