Dick. I’ll keep that to-morrow.
Sir H. Meanwhile, a biscuit.
Dick. (aside) A biscuit.
Sir H. And a glass of Heidseck.
Dick. (following Sir Humphrey off, R.) Heidseck, certainly. (takes hat)
Sir H. Come with me, Mrs. Blake?
Alma. Thank you, I’ll stop with Ned.
Dick. (turns) Capital set. First-rate. Can’t say I like that sky. Scrubbs is the man for skies. (Exit with Sir Humphrey, R.)
Alma. (crosses to L.) Now, Mr. Chetwynd. (sits L. of table) You never told me about this comedy. What’s it all about? What’s my part like?