Mrs. Crowley.
Then I shan't come to the play with you to-morrow?
Dick.
But I've taken the seats, and I've ordered an exquisite dinner at the Carlton.
Mrs. Crowley.
What have you ordered?
Dick.
Potage Bisque... [She makes a little face.]
Sole Normande... [She shrugs her shoulders.]
Wild Duck.
Mrs. Crowley.
With an orange salad?