TAVISH.
How are you, guv"nor?
SOME OF THE LADIES.
How d"ye do, Mr. Smythe?
OTHER LADIES.
[_Hustling him._] How are you, Carlton?
SMYTHE.
[_In the midst of them all._] Girls, girls! I"ll shake hands with you all in turn, girls.
ENID.
Thought you were dead.
DAPHNE.
Yes; look at Olga-- she"s in deep mourning.
SOME OF THE LADIES.
Ha, ha, ha!
SMYTHE.
[_Shaking hands._] Don"t, girls, don"t; you"re smothering me.
LILY.
[_During a momentary lull, finding FARNCOMBE standing before her and raising her eyebrows._] You! [_Giving him her hand carelessly._] Oh, it isn"t long before we meet again, is it?
SMYTHE.
[_Puffing and blowing._] That"s the lot of yer. Phew! Where"s Lily?
Lily here? [_The crowd divides, to allow him to advance. Seeing LILY, he opens his arms and she goes to him and lays her head upon his breast._] Lil-- [_patting her shoulders_] my dear!
LILY.
[_Half gaily, half tearfully._] Ha, ha, ha! Carlton!
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.
[_At the princ.i.p.al table._] Here you are, Chief! Miss Parradell!
SMYTHE.
[_To LILY._] Come along!
[_There is a general hunt for places and much hubbub and confusion._
COOLING.
[_Calling to ROPER._] Lal, that"s your table.
ROPER.
[_Imitating a shop-walker._] Mr. Roper, forward!
COOLING.
Mrs. Stidulph! Lord Farncombe! [_Pointing to another table._] Glynn, you"re there.
BLAND.
Here you are, Daphne!
ROPER.
[_At his table._] Miss Kato, wanted!
DE CASTRO.
[_Calling to GABRIELLE._] Gabth!
NITA.
[_Calling to HENEAGE._] Stewie!
COOLING.
Baron-- Enid----