[The unfortunate guest, who is overcome with confusion at having attracted so much attention, is waited upon by Nisbet.
Master (savagely). Can't you go about more quietly?
Mon. (hurt). Certainly, Sir. When I was with Sir Barnaby—— (Disappears murmuring to himself, and returns with entrée, which he lets fall on dress of Principal Guest). Beg pardon, my Lady, but it was my stud, which would come undone. Very sorry, indeed, Mum, but if you will allow me——
[Produces a soiled dinner-napkin with a flourish.
P. Guest (in much alarm). No thanks!
[General commiseration, and, a little later, disappearance of ladies. After this, Montagu does not reappear except to call obtrusively for carriages, and tout for tips.
P. Guest (on bidding her host good-night). I can assure you my gown was not injured in the least. I am quite sure it was only an accident.
Master (bowing). You are most kind. (With great severity.) As a matter of fact, the man only came to us this afternoon, but, after what has happened, he shall not remain in my service another hour! I shall dismiss him to-night!
[Exit Principal Guest. Master pays Montagu the agreed fee for his services for the evening. Curtain.