FANNY (holding up her face to MRS. P.). Well, mamma, won’t you kiss me? (Slyly.) You know you’re punishing yourself as well as me.
MRS. P. Who can resist the dear child? (kissing FANNY). But we thought your visit to your Cheltenham friends was intended to last another week?
FANNY. So it was, but they were obliged to return to town, so they brought me with them, put my luggage into a cab at the station, me on the top—I mean my luggage on the top—and here I am!
Enter JOSEPH at L. H.
JOSEPH. Luncheon is on the table, sir.
MRS. P. Very well, Joseph. (Aside to MAJOR.) Don’t forget what I said about the dinner.
MAJOR (aside to her). All right; six o’clock, sharp!
MRS. MAJOR (aside to MAJOR). Remember what I decided about the dinner-hour!
MAJOR (aside to her). All right; five o’clock, sharp! (Aside.) Between the two the chances are I sha’n’t get any dinner at all!
[Exeunt MRS. PELICAN and MAJOR at R. H.