Pearl. Oh, isn't she pretty! (looks at Ruby grimacing) Who is she?
Doctor. My maiden aunt Susannah!
Andrew. Oh, Susannah! Now you're having a lark with us.
Doctor. No, I'm not—I leave larking to you. She's coming to-morrow.
Waver. To-morrow? We've got a box at the Hippodrome; you must come and bring your aunt.
Andrew. Yes, we'll trot her round.
(Doctor handing cigarettes to Andrew. who hands them to Waverly, and Waverly to girls.)
Doctor. No, no, she's not a trotter. She lives at Ambleside, and she's awfully quiet.
(Pearl takes a cigarette from Waverly, strikes match on her shoe, lights it.)
She'd think a visit to the Ballad Concerts was reckless dissipation, and if she saw a girl riding a bicycle or smoking a cigarette she'd say—(sees Ruby and Pearl—stops confused) I—I—don't know what she'd say.