Fanshaw. [Embarrassed, but pleased.] Shut up! Here's Fletcher's mother; she came on from Richmond yesterday. [He goes down aisle to meet her.] And behind are those girls they want put into the front pews. [Fanshaw and Douglas exeunt. At the same moment that the two disappear, Mrs. Fletcher appears on the arm of the third usher, Trimmins.
Mrs. Fletcher. [To Trimmins, as he shows her into the first pew left.] You know Mrs. Wolton, of course?
Trimmins. The bride's mother? [Bows in affirmative.
Mrs. Fletcher. When she comes, won't you show her in here with me, please? [Trimmins bows and exits. Mrs. Fletcher sits, then kneels a moment, and then reseats herself with a touch to the trimming of the waist of her gown somewhere. Enter Fanshaw with Mrs. Lorrimer, Johnstone with Kitty, and Trimmins with Ethel; ladies outside. Ushers exeunt as soon as guests are seated.
Mrs. Lorrimer. [On being shown into the first pew down stage.] Is this the farthest front you can seat us? [In a dissatisfied tone.
Fanshaw. [Goes off right.] This is the front pew.
Mrs. Lorrimer. [Laughing.] Of course, so it is. How silly of me! [She passes to the end of the pew nearest to the audience.
Kitty. [As she follows into the pew, to Johnstone.] Are we late?
Johnstone. [Off left.] No, you're awfully early. [Trimmins off right.
Ethel. [Following into pew.] Oh, I say, girls. Isn't that a shame, we're early. [The three women are standing in the pew; they all turn around to glance back into the church, which is supposed to be filling with guests, every once in a while some one being seated by an usher in one of the pews visible to the audience. After a glance round, the three sit down.] What do you think of Douglas Rhodes being an usher?