Pantaloon.. I must go.
[And he goes.
Eglantine.. [From within.] Quin!
Harlequin.. My lord.
[And he vanishes.
Eglantine.. And now for your story, George, if while I dress, it will carry through a door.
[The scene you cannot see is, of course, of tremendous importance. A Beau dressing for his wedding! It couldn't be done upon the stage because no audience roughly coming in from their dinner ridiculously dressed in black clawhammer coats could appreciate the niceties of the toilette of a Beau, so far, so very far removed from the uncultured vulgarities of the Nut. They say that even the very silk-worms who span to make him silk for his coats are set aside from the silk-worms who spin silk for persons of grosser habit. And every flower embroidered on his coat is perfumed with its proper scent. And a girl has gone blind through making the filmy froth of lace about his throat.
Clown.. It's carrying round London by this time. You know Sir Jeffrey Rake?
Eglantine.. I think so.
Clown.. Yes, don't you. You lost enough to him last night.