Enter Dick, R. Exit Servant, R. Ned puts the letter back.
Ned. (crosses to Dick) This is an unexpected honour. (Alma crosses to L.)
Dick. (puts hat on piano) Just found your MS. Thought I would bring it you myself—avoid mistakes. Capital comedy—won’t do at all. (gives Ned MS.)
Ned. Why, you’ve not opened it!
Dick. No need to open it—won’t do at all.
Alma. Good evening, Mr. Dick.
Dick. (crosses to Alma) Hallo! You here? Seen the notices? (Ned crosses R.)
Alma. Of the new piece?
Ned. The one you thought so highly of?
Dick. Did I think highly of it?