Dr. My views on the subject of the drama you will find fully expounded in the 13th sermon of my 20th volume. For the present I will content myself with saying that those views are damnatory. (crosses, L.)
Sir H. Pardon me, doctor, but I should have told you, Mrs. Blake is herself connected with the stage.
Dr. (dropping glasses) An actress! (Mrs. Dozey rises and drops book)
Alma. You’ve dropped the sermons. (stoops to pick up book) Heavy, I dare say.
Mrs. D. (stopping her with a gesture, picks it up herself) Thank you. (goes up to armchair at back)
Dr. And so this is an actress. Bless my soul! (Exit, L.)
Mrs. D. Somehow or other one can always tell them. (sits, opens, book, and dozes off)
Sir H. (rises) You must excuse my friends.
Alma. With pleasure. It’s rather a relief than otherwise. They seem to have a nice opinion of actresses.