MRS. W. I said, half-past! (_smiling_)

WOOD. (_shouting, L._) Half-past!

_Exit DAVID, L._

MRS. C. Yes! We really must have a good night's rest, or we shall not

be fit for the fancy dress ball to-morrow. (_to MRS. LARKINGS_) We've

settled our costume, my dear! Caroline is going as Little Red Riding

Hood, Marmy as a Neapolitan brigand--(_WOODCOCK makes a wry

face_)--and I--_à la Pompadour_!

WOOD. (_aside_) I don't exactly know what a _pumpadoor_ is, but I hope

it's something decent! (_dance music again heard_)

MRS. L. Come, ladies! by-the-bye, I mustn't forget your fans and

gloves--this way! you'll find us in the ball room in less than five

minutes, Mr. Woodcock, this way.

_Exeunt MRS. LARKINGS, MRS. CARVER, and MRS. WOODCOCK at door, C.

to L.--door closed._

WOOD. That attempt of mine upon Mrs. Woodcock's coronet was a

contemptible failure. (_yawning_) I wonder if I shall ever have a good

night's rest again! Never mind, I'll make up for it when I get back to

Stow-on-the-Wold--if ever I do get back; I won't get up for a month! I

believe Mrs. Woodcock would go back if it wasn't for Carver. I wish

somebody would marry Carver! I'll give any man a thousand pounds if

he'll marry--and after all, Carver's not absolutely repulsive--and I'm

sure there's plenty of her for the money.

_Enter SWANSDOWN in evening dress at C. from L._

SWANS. (_going to door R., and taking ticket out of his pocket_)

Ticket No. 37. (_MAID appears, takes ticket, and disappears_)

WOOD. Why, that's Swansdown! he's actually giving up his ticket!

SWANS. (_seeing WOODCOCK_) Ah, Woodcock! how d'ye do? (_receiving a

hat and cloak from MAID, and coming forward putting them on_) That'll

do! Good night, Woodcock! (_crosses to L._)

WOOD. Stop a bit! you don't mean to say you're going home, Swansdown?

SWANS. Of course I am! I ought to have been in bed two hours ago.

(_yawning_)

WOOD. So ought I! (_yawning_) I say, Swansdown, how do you manage it?

SWANS. Manage what?

WOOD. To go home without Mrs. Swansdown?

SWANS. I leave her behind!

WOOD. Exactly--but--how do you manage to leave her behind?

SWANS. I go home without her!

WOOD. I see!

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