Miss Lawton, with a shy, sly upward glance at him: “Not in the elevator!”
Young Mr. Bemis: “Oh!”
Mrs. Roberts, re-appearing at the door: “Why, you good-for-nothing young things, why don’t you come to—Oh! excuse me!” She re-enters precipitately, followed by her tardy guests, on whom she casts a backward glance of sympathy. “Oh, you needn’t hurry!”