Andrew. (laughing) Oh, are you? Well, I shan't be jealous of serious old Jack.
Ruby. (aside) Oh, won't you?
(Ruby and Pearl exchange looks, smiling.)
Waver. Where is he?
Ruby. (quickly) He won't be back till half-past—(coyly) How shall we kill time?
Andrew. I know, come and shoot tin dickie-birds at the Aquarium—I must have exercise.
Ruby. Oh, what fun! Come along!
(Exeunt Ruby and Andrew.)
Waver. (breaking away—aside) I shall never have the pluck to break it to her that I've got engaged to another girl.
Pearl. (looking at door, then at Waverly, drops Tier eyes) Well!