Inn. Good evening, Miss Sillocks!
Innings down R.
Bea. Come Hattie!
Beatrice going up C.
Hat. (C., gushing at Innings) Oh, there’s heaps of time; it’s so rude to leave Mr. Innings.
Corn. (going up to Hattie) You haven’t a minute; the carriage is at the door now; I’ll do the polite to Innings.
Corney sees girls off C. R. up stairs and returns to Innings.
What kept you so long? I expected you yesterday!
Inn. (taking off gloves as he sits on couch) I had more to do than I thought. You said——
Corn. (C. anxiously) Never mind what I said; what have you to say? Your news?