Charlie. I’m thorry, Mith Wortley, but your fan ith not in the library.
Agnes (aside). Tell me something I don’t know. (Aloud.) Have the rest of the men finished their cigars?
Charlie. Yeth.
Agnes. I suppose I ought to go down.
[Rises.
Charlie. Yeth, we’ll go together, and tho ethcape Van Tromp.
Agnes (aside). What a pity some glue company can’t buy those two and melt them down into mucilage! (Aloud.) Yes, but first won’t you see if I didn’t leave my fan on the piano in the music-room?
Charlie. Why, thertainly.
[Starts up to b. d.
Agnes (aside). While you’re gone I’ll get into my domino, and if you catch me afterwards, it’s my fault.