Ethel, Kitty, Johnstone, Fanshaw. Oh, look at Mrs. Lorrimer!
Mrs. Lorrimer. [Pirouettes once around, and makes a bob curtsy.] Good evening. [Laughing.] Well, I don't want to throw bouquets at myself, but I don't think it's bad.
Ethel and Kitty. You're splendid!
Johnstone. Love—— [Sits.]
Kitty. Get Mrs. Lorrimer a chair. [They all move to make more room for her, and Fanshaw gets an extra chair from arch.
Mrs. Lorrimer. I'm afraid I'm a fifth spoke in your wheel! [She sits. A Servant passes them bouillon which they take and eat.
Ethel. Don't be foolish; girls at a ball nowadays can't expect to have a man apiece. [Johnstone lights a cigarette and smokes. A Servant in ball-room is seen taking away the bouillon cups, while a second passes Bouches à la Reine there. Fanshaw sits above Ethel left of table, after taking lamb and crook from Mrs. Lorrimer and placing them down left corner.
Mrs. Lorrimer. How is the party?
Johnstone. Awfully lovely party!
Kitty. A tearing success!