Ivory [is up stage. Places one revolver on table]. I have to have these near by when a strike is on, one never knows what to expect.
Ruler [places other revolver on table]. Even I have one in my pocket.
Inkwell [slaps his side pocket]. And I in mine—
Miss Ivory. Oh! dear, how dreadful! Suppose one of them should go off! Oh! Do be careful!
Inkwell [insinuatingly]. Have you changed your mind, Mr. Ivory? Have you decided to accept my proposition?
Miss Ivory. What is your proposition, Mr. Inkwell?
Inkwell [goes left to Ruler]. I believe your father wishes to discuss it with you. Mr. Ruler, will you have a smoke with me in the orangerie?
Sud [corrects him with great disgust]. Orangerie!!!
[Inkwell and Ruler exeunt right.]
Miss Ivory [crosses right—anxiously]. What does he want to know—