Mary. May I seal that sweet confession with a kiss? (Advances toward Mack.)
Enter Bertie R. 1, John darts out L.
Bertie. (Coughs.) Aw! I saiey there, now!
Mary. (Turns angrily.) Who are you, sir? Do you know where you are?
Bertie. (Adjusting eye-glass and staring.) Yaas! (Regarding her.) Wathah pwetty, don’t you know; but lacks style.
Mary. (Angrily.) Do you know where you are?
Bertie. Yaas.
Mary. Oh, you do! Well let me say that the “New Woman’s Club” is forbidden to men. Special charter, you see. Penalties attached! Why, you could be committed for felony.
Bertie. (Starting.) You don’t saiey!
Mary. Yes, I do say. Now will you go at once, before I call a policeman?