That wasn't what I said. You are just like him.
(He turns back and re-enters the conservatory. Mrs. Egerton passes into the room forward right. The lights in the hall become dimmer)
Voices.
(From the walls)
Sam! Sam! Sam!
(There is a silence, then a sigh as of innumerable voices, then a silence and another sigh and still another)
Harry Egerton.
My father! O my father!
(From the conservatory comes a sound of laughter, and a beautiful girl runs in. A moment later the bloom of a large white chrysanthemum is thrown in after her. A young man enters. Other couples come in. George Egerton, evidently master of ceremonies, moves about here and there. A tuning of instruments is heard. People come from the side rooms. When all is in readiness, while the dancers, who have taken their positions, stand waiting for the music to begin, the sighing is again heard)