Horace. How absurd you are! The firemen will attend to it. That’s what they are paid for. You can’t expect me to bother about it. It is not my business.
Messenger. In Mars we do not mind our own business.
Horace. I can quite believe it.
(Another fire engine.)
Messenger. It must be something serious. There’s another engine, is it not? Won’t you go?
Horace. We shall see all about it in the papers to-morrow. I tell you I should only be in the way. Now, please may I go home?
Messenger. Not yet.
(Lights up within the house, and discovered are Mrs. Clarence and Sir Edward Vivian.)
Messenger. Who is that with your friend Mrs. Clarence?
Horace. He at the dance? Why, that is Sir Edward Vivian, the great astronomer.