Acquaintance—Oh, yes, going to sing a solo.
Joker—So low you can't hear it? Ha, ha! (Guests near by groan.)
Voice (overheard)—Madame Cully? My dear, she always tells you that you haven't half enough material, and makes you get yards more. Besides, she never sends your pieces back, though I have—
Fat Old Lady (to neighbor)—I never was so warm in my life! I can't imagine why people invite you, just to make you uncomfortable. Now, when I entertain, I have the windows open for hours before any one comes.
Joker (aside)—That's why she always has a frost! Ha, ha!
(Host enters, showing traces of hasty toilette—face red, and a razor-cut on chin.)
Host (rubbing his hands, and endeavoring to appear at ease and facetious)—Well, how d'ye do, everybody! Sorry to be late on such an auspicious—
Joker (interrupting)—Suspicious! Ha, ha!
Host—occasion. I hope you are all enjoying yourselves.
Chorus of Guests—Yes, indeed!