Dunn. Oh! Mr. Tompkin’s new mansion, at Henley, isn’t ready yet; and I did not care to risk it in storage.
Sill. You don’t go in for curiosities yourself?
Dunn. No! No money in ’em! I’ve a genuine Rembrandt in the dining-room,—said to be worth £12,000.
Sill. Yours?
Dunn. No! Tompkins’s! Come and have a look at it—it may be your only chance. Just as well to be able to say you’ve seen these things.
Exit Sillocks and Dunn R. D., both talking; Hattie follows to door, mimicking them; then turns to Helen.
Hat. We ought to get our wraps on now. It’s a quarter to eight.
Hel. (going C.) How impatient you are!
Hat. No more so than you; only you think it clever to look as wooden as a Chinese idol.