AN ELDERLY LADY [at the window].
When shall we go and order the trousseau?
MRS. STRAWMAN.
How are they selling cotton-bombasine?
A GENTLEMAN [to some ladies on the verandah].
Just look at Lind and Anna; what's his sport?
LADIES [with shrill ecstasy].
Gracious, he kissed her glove!
OTHERS [similarly, springing up].
No! Kiss'd it! Really?
LIND [appears, red and embarrassed, in the doorway].
O, stuff and nonsense! [Disappears.
MISS JAY.
Yes, I saw it clearly.
STIVER [in the door, with a coffee-cup in one hand and
a biscuit in the other].
The witnesses must not mislead the court;
I here make affidavit, they're in error.
MISS JAY [within].
Come forward, Anna; stand before this mirror!
SOME LADIES [calling].
You, too, Lind!