Oh, you dear, you dear, you dear.
[She flings both arms round his neck and kisses him soundly. At this moment Gerald returns.
Gerald.
I beg your pardon. I forgot my hat.
[He takes it and goes out stiffly. Mrs. Dot bursts into a shriek of laughter.
Blenkinsop.
That’s all very fine. But what about my character?
THE THIRD ACT
A hall in Mrs. Worthley’s house on the River.