SYBIL goes to the piano and PERCY follows her.
PERCY. [very near to SYBIL and helping to find the music.] Charley is a rotter! What d’ye think he was telling me the other day?
SYBIL. I don’t know.
PERCY. Told me to be sure I’d got the right girl.
SYBIL. Brute!
PERCY. What do you think I said? Darling!
Kisses her behind music.
MASSEY. [looking round.] Take a bigger sheet.
SYBIL sits at piano quickly and plays the chorus to “Count your many Blessings.”
To which they all sing—