My dear, I daren’t—I’ve just had my hair done—I suppose you haven’t got a “Cachet Faivre,” either of you?
Helen
No, but Florence has, I expect—Preston will know where they are—ring the bell, Pawnie.
Pawnie
[Ringing bell]
My poor Clara—I do hope your singing to-night will justify the fuss you’re making this afternoon.
Clara
Don’t be so brutal, Pawnie.
Helen