Lucy. (aside) They’ll meet! (at back, R.)
Alma. I feel quite curious to see Mr. Potter. You know I just missed him at Sir Humphrey’s; and as a rule the people we miss in this world are so much more interesting than the people we meet.
Ned. Then, there’s my father and Alma—(Lucy looks at Ned) Mrs. Blake.
Lucy. (crosses to door, R.) That makes only seven.
Ned. But don’t forget the doctor’s one of them.
Lucy. I’d better see the cook. (Exit, R.)
Ned. How good it is of you to have arranged all this! You’ve taken a load off my mind already. I couldn’t bear being on bad terms with the governor.
Alma. I’m as pleased as you are. And that’s not all. I’ve more good news for you. Sparkle’s new piece is such a failure, Dick’ll have to change the bill immediately; and I shouldn’t wonder if I place your play.
Ned. The one I’m doing now?
Alma. Isn’t it done?