Maggie. You! Poof!
[Girls' voices are heard from the ballroom.
Geoffrey. Look out—some one's coming!
Maggie. [Going.] You haven't got a red cent; my cheque's always one of your father's!
[She goes out Right.
Geoffrey. Good God! what am I going to do—shoot myself, if I don't get out of this soon—I must get some air!
[He goes out Left.
[Jinny opens the double doors, looks in, and then enters. She is an adorable little human being, pretty, high-strung, temperamental, full of certain feminine fascination that defies analysis, which is partly due to the few faults she possesses. She is, of course, dressed in the conventional wedding-dress, a tulle veil thrown over her face.
Jinny. Not a soul! Come on!
[She is followed in by the four Bridesmaids—nice girls every one of them—and also, very slyly, by Susie, a very modern spoiled child, who sits unobserved out of the way at the back.