Cynthia. [Looking down from the balcony with delight.] Oh, there she is!
Vida. [Aside to Benson.] Go to the club-room, Benson, and say to the two gentlemen I can't see them at present—I'll send for them when—
Benson. [Listening.] I hear some one coming.
Vida. Quick! [Benson leaves the door which opens and John comes in slowly, carelessly. Vida whispers to Benson.
Benson. [Moving close to John and whispering.] Beg par—
Vida. [Under her breath.] Go back!
John. [Not understanding.] I beg pardon!
Vida. [Scarcely above a whisper.] Go back!
John. [Dense.] Can't! I've a date! With the sheriff!
Vida. [A little cross.] Please use your eyes.