Alice. (Jumping up.) That’s manners, Mr. Slightly!
Bob. (Dancing around excitedly.) Do something, for heaven’s sake. She’s in a high fever, she’ll faint. (Mrs. S. groans.) Get the salts, quick! You stand like a post. Rub her hands. (Darts out L. saying) I’ll call Dr. Gagg. (Women do not hear this.)
Alice. (Going to Mrs. S.) Get up you ninny, you are not half playing it.
Mrs. S. (Laughing.) Poor Bob, it is too bad, it distresses him. I can’t do it right.
Alice. Well, I could. Sing, dance!
Mrs. S. Why Alice, you shock me!
Alice. Then upset the table, break something, stagger. (Mrs. S. staggers round room. Flings a book across the room.) That’s it, throw something at his head.
Mrs. S. I’ll upset the table!
Alice. Do it!
Enter Mrs. Neverdun, R.