(Glances at tea-table and consults watch.) She should be back now.
Connie
Mother, you mustn't stay long. I have to dress.
Chalmers
Oh, yes, that dinner.
(Yawns.) I wish I could loaf to-night.
Connie
(Explaining to Hubbard.) The Turkish Charge d'Affaires—I never can remember his name. But he's great fun—a positive joy. He's giving the dinner to the British Ambassador.
Mrs. Starkweather
(Starting forward in her chair and listening intently.) There's Tommy, now.