Scene—A London Lawn. A Band in a costume half-way between the uniforms of a stage hussar and a circus groom, is performing under a tree. Guests discovered slowly pacing the turf, or standing and sitting about in groups.
Mrs. Maynard Gery (to her Brother-in-law—who is thoroughly aware of her little weaknesses). Oh, Phil,—you know everybody—do tell me! Who is that common-looking little man with the scrubby beard, and the very yellow gloves—how does he come to be here?
Phil. Where? Oh, I see him. Well—have you read Sabrina's Uncle's Other Niece?
Mrs. M. G. No—ought I to have? I never even heard of it!
Phil. Really? I wonder at that—tremendous hit—you must order it—though I doubt if you'll be able to get it.
Mrs. M. G. Oh, I shall insist on having it. And he wrote it? Really, Phil, now I come to look at him, there's something rather striking about his face. Did you say Sabrina's Niece's Other Aunt—or what?
Phil. Sabrina's Uncle's Other Niece was what I said—not that it signifies.
Mrs. M. G. Oh, but I always attach the greatest importance to names, myself. And do you know him?
Phil. What, Tablett? Oh, yes—decent little chap; not much to say for himself, you know.
Mrs. M. G. I don't mind that when a man is clever—do you think you could bring him up and introduce him?