Ethel. [To Douglas.] You can't stay here; we're driven out.
Kitty. Come, help us make fun of the other people.
Douglas. In a few minutes. I must give you a chance to make fun of me!
Kitty. Oh, we've been doing that for years! [Ethel blows Douglas' whistle which he has suspended from neck, pulling it out of his pocket. Ethel and Kitty smile coquettishly at Douglas and exit into ball-room, arm in arm. Distant music off stage. Douglas follows up centre. A pause. Enter Marion. Douglas, up stage, looks admiringly at her, and smiles. Then, smiling and putting himself into a boyish attitude, he says boyishly.
Douglas. Hello, Molly!
Marion. [Smiling back, catching his mood, speaks girlishly.] Hello, Dug! It does take one back to old days, doesn't it!
Douglas. That was what I was thinking of, Marion, the days of dancing-school. How good you were to always be my partner, even though I couldn't reverse without treading on your toes!
Marion. [Smiling.] You were a bad dancer—and death to slippers.
Douglas. And the children's parties, with the old games, "Post Office," "Copenhagen," "Kiss in the Ring."
Marion. [Smiling mischievously.] You were good enough at "Kiss in the Ring" to make up for your not reversing.