Mrs. W. (laughing). Oh, they will probably kill you before the end of your visit.
Lord F. Good gracious, Mrs. Wycherly, you’re not speaking seriously!
Mrs. W. You play your part so well that I myself should think that you were to the manner born.
Lord F. (aside). I wonder if it is the fashion of the house to speak in innuendoes. (Aloud.) Er! Mrs. Wycherly, I am so new to your ways that I should really like to ask you about one or two questions of etiquette. You know that it differs so in countries, and I never want to seem cold or rude. Now, over here, is it customary for young ladies to say that they want to kiss fellows (voices outside) who are no relations of theirs?
Mrs. W. Why, I never heard—
Enter all, r. d. Helen, George, and Steven cross to l. Rose comes down r. to writing-desk. Dennis and Amy stand at fireplace.
Amy (to Lord F.). Oh, here you are! We’ve all been waiting upstairs for you.
Lord F. Er, thanks.
Rose. I hope we are not late, Mrs. Wycherly.
Mrs. W. (going up stage to fireplace). Oh, it doesn’t matter in the least. You will simply have grieved Seymour over the dinner.