Mr. Magnus—and—
ONFROY
Hello, Chub! How’s the Chub? Celebrated Chub, eh?
[Agnus has, in his embarrassment, been going from one to another, shaking hands.
| JUDGE CRITTY |  | (almost simultaneously) | Your success warms me like old wine, my boy. |
| VANILLITY | My dear pupil; I have an excuse for having lived. | ||
| MAGNUS | The heartiest congratulations. | ||
| MRS. FELIX | Addington—you’re a great man. |
[Now that he is nearer, one perceives that Agnus is a youthful, enthusiastic, absent-minded genius, with a strong face save for his unsophisticated juvenile glance. This is now hidden, for he wears heavy tortoise-shell spectacles; also white trousers and tunic, heavily braided at collar and sleeves and along trousers legs—an old army uniform in fact, with insignia stripped off, though the buttoned shoulder-straps remain.
MAGNUS
May I re-admit Mr. Tromper, Loo? (He opens the hallway door) Tromper!
[Tromper enters just as Agnus has shaken the last hand.
FANNY (hastening over)