Private View.
Lady Hay. Quite, dearest. Dr. Keeley Dodge says I shall be laid up the whole Season if I move a step before Monday. So you will tell me all about the Royal Academy Private View, now won't you?
Miss Bee. Of course I will do my best; but you know my forte is not description. What do you want to know?
Lady Hay. Why, of course, who were there, and what they said, and (most important of all) what they wore. I hope, dear, you will notice if they are wearing any of the new-fashioned bonnets, and if hats are going out.
Miss Bee. You may rely upon me, darling.
Lady Hay. And mind you get at the last bit of scandal. There ought to be plenty about, now that people have come back from the Riviera. But, my dear, you know exactly what I should like, so it is useless to prompt you. I leave everything to your discretion.
Miss Bee. Quite so, darling. (After a pause.) I thought I had forgotten something—how about the paintings?
Lady Hay. Oh, never mind them! They will keep until another occasion!
[And as they will, Scene closes in on the Pictures.