Part 31

Will yer! An extra thong! That'th all it need be-- an extra thong! Oh, it would be thuch an improvement! [VON RETTENMAYER enters at the double-door. The waiters now go to the tables and lay a plate with a slice of melon upon it at each cover.] Here'th the Baron. We've been thitting together to-night, I and the Baron. [Wringing SMYTHE'S hand.] Thankth. [Joining COOLING and the others on the left as SMYTHE greets VON RETTENMAYER.] Hullo, Morrith! [Shaking hands with HENEAGE and GRIMWOOD.] Well, boyth!

SMYTHE.

VON RETTENMAYER.

Zo good of you to haf me.

SMYTHE.

Excuse me; I'm just going to wash my hands.

VON RETTENMAYER.

SMYTHE.

Eh?

VON RETTENMAYER.

SMYTHE.

Certainly.

VON RETTENMAYER.

SMYTHE.

Second act; what's the matter with it?

VON RETTENMAYER.

The pard where the gharming Miss Barradell is ghanging her gostume----

SMYTHE.

Yes?

VON RETTENMAYER.

That is where the biece reguires lifding-- [with a gesture] lifding.

SMYTHE.

Lifting?

VON RETTENMAYER.

Mr. Davish-- Mr. Balk-- eggsdremely glever; [slipping his arm through SMYTHE'S] but if you could zee your way glear to gif Enid-- Miss Mongreiff-- anoder dance----

SMYTHE.

VON RETTENMAYER.

It would remove the zolitary imberfection.