Miss Godesby. Don't forget we're booked with you at Sherry's.
Trotter. Whose treat?
Miss Godesby. Oh! Yours, of course—
Trotter. I say, why can't I stay? I won't interfere.
Mrs. Hunter. Oh, do stay, Mr. Trotter!
Miss Godesby. Oh, do stay!
[Suggesting by her tone that he mustn't dare to remain.
Clara. Good!
[Trotter remains, and they all settle themselves again for a long stay.
Mrs. Hunter. By the way, you were speaking just now of your winter frocks. It occurs to me—of course I don't know as I really want to dispose of them, but—er—