“She shouldn’t have come so early—it’s the first time I’ve known her punctual. The early bird catches the snail, eh?”
“But it’s half-past ten! And there’s a crowd too—I don’t know where they all come from. Come along!”
“One can’t consider the supers!”
“Well, consider me then. I’ve got to get back to Gran’fer!”
“The true artist always has stage-fright, Jinny. Give me a moment. I’ll be on soon.”
“All right.” She was vastly relieved. “Have you got the ring?”
“Tony Flip never forgets a property. See!” And whisking it suddenly out of his waistcoat pocket, he seized her left hand and slipped it on her gloved wedding-finger. “That’s where it ought to be, Jinny!”
She pulled it off, outraged, and flung it from her.
“On your wedding day, too!” she cried.
“Now it’s lost,” he said cheerfully, “and the bearded bridesmaid will have to go home with the unblushing bride.”