Mr. De S. (from door). Come on, you people.
Mrs. De S. O dear, dear, I shall never stand it.
Miss H. (collecting salts and fans). We're coming.
Mrs. De S. O dear,–kiss me, Maudie. (sits down exhausted). It's just like a wedding! I can't stand it! Some day you'll be getting married!
(Mr. Bulbus enters in the rear and just stands.)
Jack (cheerfully). I hope so.
Maude (arranging train to carry it gracefully). Poor Mamma!
Mr. De S. (from outside). Come on! Matilda, bring Mamma!
Mrs. De S. O, O, O!
Maude Brace up, Mamma, you must.