Enter Mrs. Wolton and Fletcher. Fletcher is dressed in dark sailor clothes.
Mrs. Wolton. Marion, here's another little boy. [Marion turns and greets Fletcher, going to him. Douglas and Fletcher see each other and say "Good evening" pleasantly.
Marion. It's too bad you missed the vaudeville.
Fletcher. Did you do anything. [Marion laughs and exits with Fletcher.
Douglas turns around quickly, annoyed, to speak to Mrs. Wolton, but, in his quick turning and in his movement of annoyance, keeping his eyes on Marion and Fletcher, he has struck glasses and a bottle on the little supper-table beside them. They crash on the floor. He and Mrs. Wolton both start.
Douglas. Oh! Mrs. Wolton, forgive me; how clumsy! [Starts to pick up.
Mrs. Wolton. No, never mind. [As Servant enters.] Here is Howes— [To Servant.] Howes, see to this, please, at once.
Servant. Yes, m'm. Please, Mr. Dawson is here to see Mr. Wolton.
Mrs. Wolton. Mr. Dawson, my brother! Why, he's in Boston, Howes.
Servant. Beg pardon, m'm, but he must have returned to-day. Most important, he says, m'm. Where shall I show him? The ladies and gentlemen are playing "Blind Man's Buff" in Mr. Wolton's room.