Corn. You can’t?
Inn. (emphatically) No! Damn! there! I don’t see why I should. (crosses R. and round table)
Corn. Oh, well, then, Peter will have to do it. I’ll get Peter to talk to her. (goes L.)
Inn. (up R.) That’s the best way. He won’t mind.
Enter Dunn from Library L. D. with scent bottle, pale and careworn, crosses and sits on chair L. of table.
Corn. I’d rather you did it; because I shall have to disclose the whole escapade to Peter. And he hasn’t a particularly good opinion of me as it is.
Inn. I doubt if he could have a worse, so it can’t make much difference.
Corn. (seeing Dunn) Good morning, Peter—(Dunn scowls at him) Seen you before though, haven’t I? (to Innings) Peter looks jolly, doesn’t he? Innings, you’ll find Hattie in the Conservatory looking for my cigar case, which I have in my pocket.
Inn. All right! I’ll see if we can’t resume that conversation where you broke in on it; (sings) “And whisper foolish nothings, no one else may hear, That is love! That is——” (voice cracks)