[Companion is of that opinion; adjournment to bar of house.
Second Part begins; Lady Vocalist retiring after Song.
First Promenader. Brayvo! Engcore! What, she won't sing no more—sssh! [Hisses furiously.
The H. R. M. There's the orchestra themselves clapping her—and they'd know what's good.
Her Friend. She was dressed very nice, I thought.
The H. R. M. I never care to see hair done up that style myself.
On the Platform.
Ladies of Chorus tripping up from below Stage for the Vocal Valse.
Ladies of Chorus (all together). Am I too black under the eyes, dear? Mind where you're going, Miss, please! Treading on people's toes like that—the great clumsy thing! I'm next to you, aren't I? I do feel so funny, my dear, don't you? For goodness sake, don't go setting me on the giggle now!
[They range themselves modestly in a row at edge of platform.