Mrs. M. Well, what’s the difference? It’s all arranged. I’m not going to make a fool of myself before folks when I can pay for private lessons.
Dasher appears, C.
Dasher (loud). Eureka!
Mrs. M. (starting). Good gracious! You what?
Dasher. “Fortune favors the brave.” Like Cæsar, I came, I saw, and I’m overcome. May I come in?
Mrs. M. Certainly, Mr. Dasher. Your presence always adds a charm to our—what’s-its-name—circular.
Ida. Circle, mother.
Mrs. M. Well, what’s the odds?
Dasher. Thank you, Mrs. Mulligrub. You are arrayed like an empress; Miss Ida, your costume is only eclipsed by your charming face; Miss Eva—
Eva. “Last but not least in our dear love,” must of course be divine; so spare my blushes and your breath. (Sits on lounge, R.)