[Men all laugh. Helen looks at them scornfully and then exits r. d. Dennis starts to follow.
George. What’s your hurry, Dennis? Lots of time.
[Sits.
Steven (reseating himself). I bless my governing star every night that it was given to my sex to dress in the time spent by t’otherest in doing up its back hair.
Dennis (crossing back to fireplace). Oh, yes! But as one girl said to me, “That time isn’t worth having, for you can’t be with us!”
George. You must both have been pretty far gone, old fellow.
Dennis. Not half so badly as the girls are prospectively on “me lud.”
Steven. No, we are in for “a bad quarter of an hour” when he shows up.
Dennis. If he will only prove a show!
Steven (sadly). The only English swells I’ve met were very jolly, gentlemanly fellows.