After Dinner.
Viola. Darling Muriel! I congratulate you and Valentine. Valentine is such a pretty name! How sweet you were! I shall never have another secret!
Muriel. And shall you tell Albert all about it?
Viola. Perhaps—to-morrow!
Claude Mignon (to Alan). I hate a house where a girl is engaged! I'm going away to-morrow.
Alan. So am I.
Claude Mignon. Rather a clumsy-looking creature—the old Doctor?
Alan. Oh, no! Very distinguished!
Muriel (to Alan, in a low voice). I told you not to leave the parasol.
Alan. You did, dear Miss Vane. It was dear of you.