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].