Now, Gerald, let me look at you. Your face to the light, please. [Gerald stands for inspection. She takes a long look through her eye-glass.] I don’t like that necktie.
GERALD [smiling and bowing].
It shall be changed to-morrow, aunt.
LADY WARGRAVE.
To-day. [Gerald bows. She takes another look.] That will do, Gerald. [Gerald salutes. She drops her glasses.
COLONEL.
Stand at ease! Dismiss!
LADY WARGRAVE.
Theodore, this is not a barracks!
COLONEL.