(Enter a Woman outcast.)
Horace. No, thank you. I’d rather not. I warn you, if you are seen you will have an awful crowd round you.
Messenger. I am visible to no eyes but yours.
Horace. That’s clever. How do you do it?
Messenger. She is turning back. I will bring her to you.
Horace. I wish you wouldn’t. You can’t realize——
Messenger. I know more of your world than you do. She is returning.
(The Woman has sauntered on, looked at Horace, loitered, and gone off R. again. Now she re-enters in similar style.)
Horace. And I’m off! (Going L.)