Gentleman—(Confusedly.) I beg your pardon. My tongue slipped. I wanted to ask you to, to—I'll take a look at Thompson.
(Exit Gentleman. Boy makes a smacking noise with his lips.)
Boy—Um, honey!
Selina—(Behind screen, exultingly.) It'll be easy enough to work him. He's ready to drop into my hand now, like a ripe plum. Lord, what fools men are!
(Boy puts on record, and starts machine. Selina listens a moment, then picks up her skirt, and does a few steps behind screen. Bart and King enter.)
King—Stop that infernal racket.
Boy—Big stiff. (Does not stop machine.)
King—Where's my cane?
Boy—You gotta wait till Miss Brown comes back.
King—You get my cane.