Cheri. I’ve no objection to drink poor Widgetts’ health, but I don’t at all wish for his company. He’s such a particularly conceited fool.
Wid. (Aside, and scarcely able to restrain himself.) Do I look like a fool? (They drink. Widgetts comes to the table.) As the sole surviving friend of Mr. Widgetts, will you allow me to say——
(Presses the plate to his breast. Knock at door, L.)
Mary. Hold your tongue and open the door.
(Mary White and Ma’amselle Cheri Bounce rise.)
Cheri. Perhaps ’tis Widgetts.
Wid. No, it isn’t. Widgetts is—elsewhere.
(Knocking at door, L.)
Brown. (Outside door.) Open the door. I must come in.
Cheri. Heavens! That’s Brown’s voice. If he finds me here I shall be ruined.