Denham.
A cab at the door; this may be Vane. (Crosses l to fire.)
Fitzgerald.
Vane? That's splendid! He cuts me dead now, because I reviewed his last Society Verses, with some other men's, under the head, "Our Minor Poets," in Free Lances.
Denham.
Oh, an editorial? Serves you right, you Jack-of-all-trades. How if some brother Minor Critic were to class you as a Minor Painter?
Fitzgerald.
For Heaven's sake introduce me to him.
(Enter Jane, showing in Vane.)
Jane.