All the Men. [Not in unison.] Good! Bravo! Bully toast! [Ad lib.]
[Every one drinks.
Blanche. One more toast, Dick. [To the others.] Christmas Day is our boy's birthday.
Ruth. Surely! a toast to Richard!
Sterling. Long life to Master Sterling, the best boy in the world, and to all his good friends at this table.
The Men. Hear! Hear!
[All the women speak their next speeches at the same time.
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Blanche. [Laughing.] Of course! I've dropped my handkerchief.
[Ned dives under the table for it.
Miss Sillerton. O dear, my fan!
Miss Godesby. What a bore! I've dropped a glove!
[Steinhart goes under the table for it.
Clara. Both my gloves gone—I'm so sorry!
[Godesby goes under the table for them.
Mrs. Hunter. Dick, please, I've dropped my smelling bottle.
[Trotter and Sterling go under the table for it.
Ruth. My gloves, please, I'm so sorry!
[Mason goes under the table for them.
[The speeches of the women are simultaneous, followed by the movements of the men also, all at the same time. | [All together |
Blanche. Please don't bother; the servants—
Leonard, Jordan and, two extra men start to hunt under the table, too.