Barlow. Oh, of course. But it's just as well she should know in advance. You might forget it, you know. I'll tell her; it's no trouble to me.
Dorothy. Of course not, and she can get some one to take your place.
Yardsley (desperately). Oh, don't say anything about it. Fact is, she—ah—she hasn't invited me.
Barlow. Ah! (Aside.) I knew that all along. Oh, but I'm clever!
Dorothy (hastily, to relieve Yardsley's embarrassment). Have you seen Irving, Mr. Yardsley?
Barlow (suspiciously). What in? I haven't seen you at any of the first nights.
Yardsley (with a grin). In the grill-room at the Players'.
Barlow (aside). Bah!
Dorothy (laughing). You are so bright, Mr. Yardsley.