Florence
We’ve just been to a most frightful Charity matinée. Nothing but inaudible speeches from dreary old actors, and leading ladies nudging one another all over the stage. [Preston enters.] Cocktails, Preston, and ask Barker to wrap up my green fan for Miss Hibbert to take away with her.
Preston
Very good, ma’am.
[She goes out.]
Clara
You’re an angel, Florence—I think I’ll sit up now.
Florence
Do, dear, then Tom will be able to sit down.