“Allow me, milady,” the wardrobe-mistress wheezed.
“I fancy I heard a rip...!”
“There must have been quite a scrimmage.”
From the orchestra, a melodious throb-thrum-throb told a “curtain.”
“Lady Mary—you, Mum,” a call-boy chirped.
“Me?”
“Five minutes.”
Lady Mary showed distress.
“For goodness sake, my dear,” she addressed Miss Sinquier, “do leave yourself alone. I want the glass.”
But Miss Sinquier seemed engrossed.