Enter Susan, L.C. with a bouquet.
Susan. Another of ’em! Who’s this from, I wonder? (reads card attached) From Sir George Greenfield. We shall have enough to stock Covent Garden directly. (Enter Alma, R.C., in a morning wrapper, with her hair loosely arranged) Another bouquet! (gives it to Alma; goes up back)
Alma. (looks at card carelessly) Oh! (tosses the bouquet amongst the rest) No letter from the theatre?
Susan. No, miss.
Alma. It’s very strange.
Susan. Did you expect one?
Alma. Yes, from Mr. Dick. Before I play in the new piece——
Susan. In Mr. Chetwynd’s piece?
Alma. I must have better terms. I asked five pounds a week advance, and Dick wouldn’t hear of it; so last night I gave him notice.
Susan. You’re going to leave?