ENID [confused].
Yes, Mr. Cazenove—the next room
COLONEL [seeing her].
Man the Be—— Miss Bethune, I think?
[Holds out his hand. Enid has to change the cigarette into her left hand behind her back; shakes hands, then turns to wipe the nicotine from her lips, unconsciously presenting the turning cigarette to Colonel’s eyeglass. Margery laughs. Colonel grins at audience.
COLONEL.
I thought something was burning. [Enid throws cigarette into the grate, and covers her face. Colonel lifts his finger.] And you said Mr. Cazenove!
ENID.
Well, it wasn’t a story. He is in the next room.