Dennis (aside). Oh! isn’t this rich?
Amy (aside to Lord F.). Oh, you are beautiful!
Lord F. (bewildered and starting). Thanks awfully,—if you really mean it!
Steven (coming down to back of Lord F.’s chair). What did she say, Lord Ferrol? You must take Miss Sherman with a grain of allowance.
Amy. I’m not a pill, thank you.
Lord F. Why, who said you were?
Dennis. Only a homœopathic sugarplum.
Lord F. I don’t understand.
Steven (aside to Lord F.). Keep it up, old man. It’s superb!
Lord F. I beg pardon,—did you speak to me?