Pink T. Step into the office, through that door. The stewardess will show you. (Exit Blake, bowing very politely, L.)
Pink T. What a charming man! The gas officials are so polite. I hear they train all their men in a regular school of etiquette, taught by a real French professor. But this little interview must be strictly on the Q. T. (Exit, R.)
Enter Rosa and Blake, talking earnestly.
Rosa. (Glancing round.) Thank heaven, she is gone and no one is likely to come so soon after the business meeting.
Blake. You have a charming place here. But why is it so very hard to see your officials, Miss Lightfoot?
Rosa. Why, don’t you know? Our rules are very strict. No man without a license is ever allowed to enter here except on certain days of public receptions. If you were seen here with me I should be subject to impeachment and expulsion and you would be hopelessly compromised.
Blake. (Starting.) No!
Rosa. A fact! Can I rely on your discretion?
Blake. (Bowing his best.) You can. I would gladly be the slave of such a charming creature.