Dick. I don’t think much of it. I can’t say I think much of it. Not a patch on one in my last comedy. Potts’ masterpiece! Potts is the man for exteriors.
Re-enter Alma and Sir Humphrey through window, L.
Alma. Clever! It’s more than clever.
Sir H. I must introduce you to the painter.
Alma. I should like to know him. In these days, it’s quite refreshing to meet an artist whose art is intelligible without a catalogue and half a column of criticism.
Re-enter Mrs. Dozey, R.
Sir H. Lucy, where’s Mr. Potter? Mrs. Blake has been admiring his sketch, and wants to congratulate him.
Lucy. He has just gone.
Sir H. Gone?
Mrs. D. Mr. Potter gone?