Mrs. N. I’ve been ringing half an hour! (Alice and Mrs. S. scream in chorus, Mrs. S. falls on sofa as before.)
Alice. (Aside.) That horrid Mrs. Neverdun!
Mrs. N. Dear me! Is she sick?
Alice. Yes, one of her fainting spells! Call some one please, quick! (Rubs Mrs. S.’s hands.)
Mrs. N. (Down front, looks at bottles, sniffs suspiciously.) Well I never! Them bottles looks awful suspicious. This is pretty goins-on for respectable people.
Alice. (Busy working with Mrs. S.) Oh, Mrs. Neverdun, please do something. The salts are on the side-board. Call Mr. Slightly.
Mrs. N. (Down front.) She’s drunk! Champagne, too! That’s a matter for the church. I s’pose I’ll have to testify.
Alice. (Coming down.) Mrs. Neverdun, don’t let her fall. Go to her. (Mrs. N. goes to Mrs. S.)
Mrs. N. I guess she aint very bad!