Rand. Oho! That is it, is it? Steve's mother is going to be there. Ha-ha-ha, that is pretty weak, old fox. I suppose, of course, there is no chance of Miss Hudson being there too. Well, if she is half as pretty as her photograph, I don't blame you for going in. Egad, though, Ned, I would like to see you talking to her.
Burl. I have no doubt you would, sweet me child, but you won't. That is just where the best point of this funny joke comes in. While I am talking to Miss Hudson, you will be out here, at the rehearsal, getting sworn at. "Go over that chorus again." "Randolph, you're out of step."
Rand. Damn the rehearsal. Never mind, Miss Hudson will probably be on here for some time, and I shall get another chance of meeting her. When I do, I will make a particular point of cutting you out. You won't be in it, even if you are her brother's chum.
Burl. [getting up]. You are talking too much. Come now, run along. I have got to dress.
Rand. I wish I had time to watch you do it. I don't believe you have put on a claw-hammer coat since you've been up here, except for club dinners.
Burl. Oh, go round to your rehearsal. You will be late.
Rand. [going to hall door]. If it doesn't begin on time, I'll come back here and help you untangle your neck-tie. Don't make yourself too pretty. Leave me some chance with Miss H. [Exit.]
Burl. Jack is too fresh to-night. Come, pup. [Picks up Topsy and exits into bedroom.]
[Enter a certain Prof. Shreedy (unattached to the University.) He softly closes door after him, and knocks on inside].
Burl. [from bedroom]. Come in.