Part 32

SMYTHE.

Er-- I'll think it over. [Releasing himself.] I'm just going to wash my hands. We'll talk about it later.

VON RETTENMAYER.

Schoensten Dank. [Going to the men on the left.] Aha, Mr. Gooling! My dear Steward-- my dear Jerry----!

SMYTHE.

MRS. STIDULPH.

SMYTHE.

MRS. STIDULPH.

Lucky I'm able to come to you to-night. It's so difficult to catch me in the season.

SMYTHE.

Been in front?

MRS. STIDULPH.

M'yes; [in a tone of boredom] oh, yes.

SMYTHE.

What, don't you like it?

MRS. STIDULPH.

Oh, I don't say I dislike it; [shrugging her shoulders] but one can't forget what one used to do here in the old days.

STIDULPH.

MRS. STIDULPH.

SMYTHE.

I'm just running away to wash my hands. [Looking towards the men on the left.] You know Von Rettenmayer?

MRS. STIDULPH.

Know him! Why, he was about in my time! [Crossing to VON RETTENMAYER, followed by STIDULPH.] Karl!

VON RETTENMAYER.

My dear lady! [Kissing her hand perfunctorily.] What bliss! [Shaking hands with STIDULPH.] Golonel!

MRS. STIDULPH.

DE CASTRO.

Ah, Dolly! [To STIDULPH.] Hullo, Arthur!