Kitty. [Looking into room on stage.] Here's a dear table, all by itself. [Speaks as she appears in the doorway. The two turn and look off right at Ethel and Fanshaw who are following them slowly.
Johnstone. Come along, Fanshaw, here's a lovely, quiet table, where we can say just what we like about everybody! [They stand in doorway a moment, looking off right, waiting for the other couple with their backs to Wolton and room. Ethel and Fanshaw join the first couple, and all come forward, speaking. The following speeches are made as they come forward to table.
Johnstone. [To Fanshaw and Ethel.] How you dawdle.
Ethel. Jack Wright tore my lace.
Fanshaw. Trying to kiss her in Copenhagen. [They are about the table. Johnstone at once sits down first in the chair the Servant was holding for one of the ladies. Servant then opens a bottle of champagne and pours in the glasses.
Johnstone. [Sitting.] Come on.
Kitty. Look at him!
Ethel. What a rude little beast you are, Johnny!
Fanshaw. Get up! [Pushing him.
Johnstone. Well, you girls dawdle so! [Kitty and Ethel sit. Enter Mrs. Lorrimer from ball-room, dressed as a Watteau Shepherdess. She is greeted by a chorus of four. Carries lamb and crook.