Mrs. H. Will you come with us, Mr. Burleigh?
Burl. I will follow you in later. I will go down with you to the carriage.
Hud. Well, come along.
Rand. [over the screen]. That is a low trick. [Reaches for Burl. with handle of umbrella three times; at third attempt screen falls over and Rand. flat on top of it—in short ballet dress and pink tights. His moustache, rubber boots, and decidedly masculine arms and legs make an excellent effect with the garb of a première danseuse. Ladies shriek.]
Mrs. and}
Miss H. } Mr. Randolph!
Steve. Jack!
Rand. [nervously spreading umbrella in front of his legs]. I—I beg your pardon. Please excuse my—my déshabillé. [To Hud., savagely] I told you I was going to the dress rehearsal. [Kicks Burleigh aside] I'll get even with you, Ned.
Mrs. H. Well, Steve, this has been an exciting visit. Does a college room often furnish such incidents?
Hud. Well, it's all the fault of——
Hud. }
Burl. } My awful chum!