Enter Clytie.
Clytie. Fancy, Iris—Otto says—Oh, you’ve got Felix here. How are you, Felix? Iris, you’ve been teasing him—he’s blushing.
Enter Otto.
Otto. Got you now, Clytie—Oh, I beg your pardon. How do you do, Iris? How are you, my boy?
[Felix sits down, sighing.
Iris. You’re out of breath, Clytie.
Clytie. Otto has been chasing me.
Otto. She flew away, so I had to follow her.
Enter Victor.
Victor. Quite a little party.