Mrs. De S. Where is your father? It's time to go.
Jack Past time. Grindem said to be there at 9:30.
Mrs. De S. What shall we do? I knew he would be late! I hope I shall not have an attack!
Miss H. (grimly). No, I hope not–in that dress!
Mrs. De S. As if one's dress made any difference with an attack! O, there he is! Well, Papa, you–good morning, Madam.
(Mr. De Smythe and Madam Sateene come in together.)
Mr. De S. My, how fine we look!
Maude Madam Sateene, this shoulder–wrinkles.
Madam Let me see. (Madam and Maude consult apart.)
Mrs. De S. We ought to go.