Henry (huskily, emerging from retreat). What shall it be?
Romeo. Oh, anything. Wagner for choice.
[Gifted musician obliges with a pot pourri of 'Parsifal,' Romeo absently whistling the trombone part.
Mary Ann. Ripping! Now something classical. Let's have 'After the Ball.' Come on, Romeo, we'll waltz; push back the fire-place. (They push back the fire-place; Romeo grasps Mary Ann, and they revolve. He kisses her on the cheek l. c.) Well, I never did! For shame! I decline to dance with you. There!
[Declines to dance with him.
Henry. One for you, my buck! Cheer up, Mary Ann; I'll give you a turn.
[Pirouettes twice with her, humming suitable air.
Mary Ann (rendered completely breathless). It's not like real dancing when you only hum!
Henry. Can't play and dance at same time, you know. Piano too stationary. So you must take Romeo on again, or go without.
Eliza (entering with coffee-tray and realising situation). Well, I declare! Having high jinks while I was making the coffee. What dramatic irony!