Fanshaw. Well!
Marion. Are you going to stand perfectly still and be robbed in that manner? [Laughing.
Fanshaw. Well, but what am I— [Interrupted by one of the girl guests, who says, "I'm here!">[ Oh, so you are. [Puts his arm in hers, and they run off together.
Ethel. Marion, isn't Mr. Ned Fletcher coming to-night?
Marion. Yes. [Exit.
Kitty. I'm so glad; he's quite the most amusing man in town this winter. [Sitting on chair which servant left.
Ethel. And so many people won't ask him to their houses, you know. Mamma won't.
Kitty. Well, you know, your mother's a ridiculous person; she asks lots of awfully fast men!
Ethel. Yes, but they are all relatives.
Kitty. [Putting arm around Ethel, pricks her finger.] I don't believe Net Fletcher is as bad as people hint. He's too good looking. [Fixing dress.