Viola. He is very nearly quite grown up, Albert! He has golden hair and any amount of usage du monde.
Muriel. Albert will call it cheek—I daresay!
Mrs. Averidge. He is most amusing. I met him at Lady Bayswater's. He looks quite an angel playing the harp.
Albert. I hope he'll bring his halo in a hat-box. What is that text about "Young lions do lack——"
Muriel. Oh, Albert!
"Enter Alan Roy."
Servant. Master Alan Roy!
Albert (aside). Now, don't make the poor child shy.
Enter Alan Roy. Tall young man, in light grey suit. He wears a turned-down collar, a pink button-hole, and carries a little stick.