[Romeo gallantly invites her to join the giddy throng. They dance.
Eliza (rendered completely breathless). My soul! I'm in bad training!
Mary Ann (having got her second wind). Have a turn with me, Eliza! Romeo 's no good; he misses out every other bar.
Eliza. Want my coffee. No wind left.
[Henry spontaneously sings a Lullaby of Brahms'. Stops in middle to see what they all think of it. They all think a lot of it. Goes on singing. Only Eliza goes on thinking a lot of it. Others talk quite loud, Romeo being a Town Blood. Henry finishes, under conviction that they have no manners to speak of. Mind wanders off to the leading lady in his new piece, and he drops inadvertently into 'Daisy' waltz. Eliza waits for second wind. Romeo grapples with Mary Ann, the latter reluctant. She is rapt away in mazy whirl, kicking feebly. He again kisses her on the cheek, this time r. c.
Eliza. Man! I saw you! It was a wanton act.
Henry (casually). Anything broken?
Eliza. Oh, Henry! He went and kissed my Mary Ann, my own sister!
Romeo (with easy bravado). A mere nothing, I assure you. She's so provoking, don't you know? Had to do it in self-defence.
Eliza. It is contrary to established etiquette in our circles. Mary Ann, how could you?