(Sybil goes to the piano and Percy follows her.)
Percy. (Very near to Sybil and helping her 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 got the right girl.
Sybil. Brute!
Percy. What do you think I said? Darling!
(Kisses her behind music.)
Massey. (Looking around.) Take a bigger sheet.
(Sybil sits at piano quickly and plays the chorus to “Count Your Many Blessings.” To which they all sing:)