Sill. (looking at album) Hallo, legs! (Helen turns quickly, comes down to back of table) You’ve got some choice specimens of the Ballet here, I see!
Hat. (starting for table from R. corner) Where? Let’s have a look at them.
Hel. (commandingly) Stand back, Hattie! I must know before we proceed any further, how this indelicate picture happens to be placed by the side of mine, in the album?
Hattie goes to Beatrice up R., laughing.
Corn. (down L., aside) Hang it! I shall be ruined with Beatrice if Sillocks suspects me.
Hel. Corney!
Corn. (alarmed) Yes!
Hel. Do you know anything of this?
Corn. Why yes! Peter put ’em there!
Dunn. (down C.) What! I put them there?