Stuart (taking out cigar-case). How that poor fellow does carry his heart in view! (Takes match from desk.) No wonder Miss Wortley keeps hers to herself, with such an example!
[Strikes match.
Enter Polly, l. d., carrying black domino and lace mask.
Stuart. Hello! One minute, please. Whose domino is that?
Polly (halting). I mustn’t tell, sir.
Stuart. No, of course not. Quite right. (Tosses away match and jingles coins in his pocket.) Perhaps, though, you can tell me to whom you are carrying it.
Polly (coming down). Perhaps I might, sir.
Stuart (taking out money). Well?
Polly. I was carrying it to Mrs. Van Tromp’s room, sir.
Stuart (giving money). Thank you. (Takes domino and mask from her.) Mr. Stuart told you Miss Wortley wanted you to come at once to her, and so you left these in this room—understand? (Gives more money) Now be off to your mistress.