Blake. No you didn’t, young fellow. That’s what I came for, and I’ll break every bone in your body if you meddle in my affairs. (Dollie smiles pleased and gives expressive look.) Hear?
Dollie. (As before.) Fun to come!
Bertie. (Contemptuously.) Why, she wouldn’t look at you. The peehless flowah of her sex—
Dollie. That’s me. (Laughs merrily. They start surprised.) Really, this is too good! (Laughs.) Really, gentlemen! Fie on you! These persistent attentions are embarrassing. (Comes toward C.)
Blake. (Bowing politely.) Madam, I assure you—
Bertie. (Pushing him aside.) Go, fellah! This is my affaih! Miss Giglette, I feah I look vewy ludicuous in this dwess and I cawn’t get on without me eye-glaws, don’t you know. (Feeling in pocket for glass. To Blake.) You’ve bwoke me chain, I saiey.
Dollie. (Laughs heartily.) Now go, please, both of you. I could have you both arrested. Don’t cause a scene.
Enter Birdie Robbins, L.
Birdie. (Sternly.) Men! In the Anti-homo Club. Is it possible? (Severely.) Miss Giglette, what does this mean?
Dollie. (Laughs.) Really, I don’t know. Nothing, I guess.