Beatrice at piano, looking at music.
Hel. (turns) Oh, you dreadful girl! (door slams off L. U. E.)
Mary. (L. C.) They’re in the drawing room, Sir!
Sillocks enters L. C.; Mary crosses L. to R., always in front of stairs.
Sill. (C.) Good evening! Here we are! 7:30 to the tick! How’s Dunn?
Car. (at fireplace L.) My husband is very well, thank you!
Sill. How are you? (to Helen, coming down C.) Hello, Bea. (to Beatrice) Ah! Hattie! (Hattie crosses to Sillocks, C., who takes off overcoat.) and the babies, my little cherubs, Bertie and Maud.
Hel. (crossing at back to fireplace) They are in the nursery; we don’t allow them in the drawing-room.
Car. (down L. of L. C. table) They ought to be in bed; it is past their hour.