mr. george booth. [pathetically as he gets up.] Well, if my wrist will hold out . .
major booth voysey. [To tregoning.] No, don't you bother to look for them. [He strides from the room, his voice echoing through the hall.] Honor, where are those Ramon Allones?
alice. [calling after.] She's in the drawing-room with Auntie and Mr. Colpus.
mr. voysey. Now I should suggest that you and Denis go and take off the billiard table cover. You'll find folding it up is a very excellent amusement.
He illustrates his meaning with his table napkin and by putting together the tips of his forefingers, roguishly.
ethel. I am not going to blush. I do kiss Denis . . occasionally . . when he asks me.
mr. george booth. [teasing her.] You are blushing.
ethel. I am not. If you think we're ashamed of being in love, we're not, we're very proud of it. We will go and take off the billiard table cover and fold it up . . and then you can come in and play. Denis, my dear, come along solemnly and if you flinch I'll never forgive you. [she marches off and reaches the door before her defiant dignity breaks down; then suddenly—] Denis, I'll race you.
And she flashes out. denis, loyal, but with no histrionic instincts, follows her rather sheepishly.
denis. Ethel, I can't after dinner.