Juno [huffily] I don’t know what you call footling—­

Mrs. Juno [cutting him short] You do.  You’re footling.  Mr. Lunn is footling.  Can’t we admit that we’re human and have done with it?

Juno.  I have admitted it all along.  I—­

Mrs. Juno [almost screaming] Then stop footling.

The dinner gong sounds.

Mrs. Lunn [rising] Thank heaven!  Let’s go in to dinner.  Gregory:  take in Mrs. Juno.

Gregory.  But surely I ought to take in our guest, and not my own wife.

Mrs. Lunn.  Well, Mrs. Juno is not your wife, is she?

Gregory.  Oh, of course:  I beg your pardon.  I’m hopelessly confused. [He offers his arm to Mrs. Juno, rather apprehensively].

Mrs. Juno.  You seem quite afraid of me [she takes his arm].

Gregory.  I am.  I simply adore you. [They go out together; and as they pass through the door he turns and says in a ringing voice to the other couple] I have said to Mrs. Juno that I simply adore her. [He takes her out defiantly].

Mrs. Lunn [calling after him] Yes, dear.  She’s a darling. [To Juno] Now, Sibthorpe.

Juno [giving her his arm gallantly] You have called me Sibthorpe!  Thank you.  I think Lunn’s conduct fully justifies me in allowing you to do it.

Mrs. Lunn.  Yes:  I think you may let yourself go now.

Juno.  Seraphita:  I worship you beyond expression.

Mrs. Lunn.  Sibthorpe:  you amuse me beyond description.  Come. [They go in to dinner together].