Dorothy. Oh, I don't know. I've always found him very pleasant. He is so sincere.
Barlow. Isn't he, though? He looked bored to death all through the dance.
Yardsley. I thought so too. I was watching him while you were talking to him, Barlow, and such a look of ennui I never saw on a man's face.
Barlow. Humph!
Dorothy. Are you going to Mrs. Van Darling's dinner?
Barlow. Yes; I received my bid last night. You?
Dorothy. Oh yes!
Yardsley (gloomily). I can't go very well. I'm—ah—engaged for Tuesday.
Barlow. Well, I hope you've let Mrs. Van Darling know. She's a stickler for promptness in accepting or declining her invitations. If you haven't, I'll tell her for you. I'm to see her to-night.
Yardsley. Oh no! Never mind. I'll—I'll attend to it.