Part 37

SOME OF THE LADIES.

How d'ye do, Mr. Smythe?

OTHER LADIES.

SMYTHE.

ENID.

Thought you were dead.

DAPHNE.

Yes; look at Olga-- she's in deep mourning.

SOME OF THE LADIES.

Ha, ha, ha!

SMYTHE.

LILY.

SMYTHE.

LILY.

SMYTHE.

Go'blessyer! [In another tone.] Well, what about something to eat!

LUIGI.

Ready, Mr. Smythe. [Loudly.] Ladies and gentlemen, supper is ready!

SMYTHE.

Ha!

COOLING.

SMYTHE.

COOLING.

ROPER.

COOLING.

Mrs. Stidulph! Lord Farncombe! [Pointing to another table.] Glynn, you're there.

BLAND.

Here you are, Daphne!