Aunt. That odious Louise hasn’t sent home my dress. But there, you two will be all right without me.
Horace. Without you? Oh, yes, we’ll manage. (Taking off coat—puts it down on chair R. below fireplace.)
Minnie. Oh, Auntie, he isn’t dressed yet.
Aunt. Horace, you’ll be late. You’ll miss ever so many dances.
Horace. What on earth are you talking about?
Aunt. Aren’t you going to the Clarences’ dance?
Horace. Certainly not.
Minnie. Oh, Horace!
Aunt. But you are not going to disappoint Minnie!
Minnie. Horace, please.