[Tripping across the room.] Good-day, my lord.
[Joining FRAYNE.] Are you coming, Chick?
[Taking the parcel from MISS MOON, and turning to QUEX, rather bitterly.] I say, that gal has made me buy something I don’t want. They stick you here frightfully—
Ha, ha, ha, ha!
[They go out together.
[Adjusting her hair at the mirror.] Come, girls! look alive! no more work for me to-day! I’m off home to change my frock. I’ve got an invite down to Richmond. My hat and coat!
[The door-gong sounds. MISS MOON disappears at the door in the partition. MISS HUDDLE enters.
Miss Hud-delle, please run next door, and ask Mr. Valma to step this way for a moment.
He’s on the leads, Miss Fullgarney, smoking a cigarette.
[Running across to the window.] Get my bag of tools ready! sharp! [MISS HUDDLE and MISS LIMBIRD go out; SOPHY opens the window and calls.] Valma! Valma! Valma!
[MISS MOON returns with SOPHY’S hat, coat, gloves and umbrella.
Your things, Miss Fullgarney.
[Taking them from her.] Send for a hansom—a smart one.
[MISS MOON runs out as VALMA enters at the window.
[Breathlessly.] Valma—Valma, love! I’ve got an invite down to Richmond—Lady Owbridge—she’s asked me specially! I’m going home to my place to smarten-up. Isn’t it jolly? [In an outburst.] Oh, love, you might give-up for to-day, and take me down!
May you! Your hat—get your hat! you’ll find me outside in a cab.
[He hurries away.
MISS LIMBIRD, carrying a leather bag, enters, followed
CLARIDGE and MISS HUDDLE.
[As she, with the aid of her girls, pins on her hat and scrambles into her coat.] You know, girls, many a silly person’s head would be turned at being asked to a place like Fauncey Court—as a guest, bear in mind. But there, the houses I’ve been in!—it’s nothing to me. Still, specially invited by the Countess of Owbridge herself—! [Putting her feet in turn upon a chair and hitching up her stockings.] I shall just make rather a favour of manicuring Mrs. Jack. One doesn’t go visiting to cut Mrs. Jack’s claws. Gloves! Thank goodness, the evenings are long! they say it’s simply heavenly at Fauncey Court—simply heaven—[She breaks off abruptly, staring straight before her. Under her breath.] Oh—! Fauncey Court—Lord Quex—!
What’s the matter, Miss Fullgarney.