Exeunt through R. window.
EDWIN. (who has come round gradually, R.) Oh, hang it, I’ll go after them. This isn’t fun at all.
Exit through same window.
Re-enter MRS. PLUNGER through L. window.
MRS. P. Where’s Mr. Larkspur got to I should like to know? I’m not going to be left in this way, I can tell him.
Re-enter ETHEL, through L. window.
ETHEL. There they both are. Won’t there be a row?
MRS. P. My dearest Ethel!
ETHEL. Oh my darling Alice! (they embrace)