Susie. [Eagerly.] Oh, where to?
Butler. I am hunder hoath not to tell, Miss.
Susie. O pish!
[Kneeling in the big arm-chair and watching proceedings from behind its back.
Butler. [Continues to the Footman.] And wait with the checks and Mr. Austin's dressing-bag— [Showing it.] —until they come.
Footman. Yes, sir.
Peter. And make haste, or, I say, somebody'll turn up and give our whole joke away!
[The Driver reënters.
Susie. Yes, do hurry!
Footman. [To the Driver.] Come along.