[They sit at the front table on the R.
BOSS enters, with MISS COY on his arm, C.D.
Nig. There she is—inclined to marry Boss, no doubt.
Miss Sna. Surely he is not going to throw himself away on Miss Coy. She can never appreciate him, I’m sure.
Boss. (To MISS COY.) Fortunate I called on you, as you were anxious to come.
Miss C. Pray conduct me to a seat.
[BOSS conducts her to a chair at the second table on the R.
DAMPER and MISS SKYLARK enter, arm-in-arm, back.
Dam. Oh! pretty well all arrived, eh? and everybody looking as miserable as they deserve to be! Well, who is it that has asked us here?