Mrs. L. [Smiling, and moving her hands] I like a bit o’ music.  It du that move ’ee.

Press.  Bravo, Mrs. Lemmy.  Come on!

Lemmy.  Come on, old dear!  We’ll be in time for the revolution yet.

Mrs. L.  ’Tes ‘earin’ the Old ’Undred again!

Lemmy. [To the press] She ’yn’t been aht these two years. [To his mother, who has put up her hands to her head] Nao, never mind yer ’at. [To the press] She ’yn’t got none! [Aloud] No West-End lydy wears anyfink at all in the evenin’!

Mrs. L.  ‘Ow’m I lukin’, Bob?

Lemmy.  First-clawss; yer’ve got a colour fit to toast by.  We’ll show ’em yer’ve got a kick in yer. [He takes her arm] Little Aida, ketch ‘old o’ the sensytions.

     [He indicates the trousers the press takes Mrs. Lemmy’s other
     arm.]

Mrs. L. [With an excited little laugh] Quite like a gell!

And, smiling between her son and the press, she passes out; little Aida, with a fling of her heels and a wave of the trousers, follows.

Curtain

ACT III

An octagon ante-room of the hall at lord William DROMONDY’S.  A shining room lighted by gold candelabra, with gold-curtained pillars, through which the shining hall and a little of the grand stairway are visible.  A small table with a gold-coloured cloth occupies the very centre of the room, which has a polished parquet floor and high white walls.  Gold-coloured doors on the left.  Opposite these doors a window with gold-coloured curtains looks out on Park Lane.  Lady William standing restlessly between the double doors and the arch which leads to the hall.  James is stationary by the double doors, from behind which come sounds of speech and applause.

Poulder. [Entering from the hall] His Grace the Duke of Exeter, my lady.

     [His grace enters.  He is old, and youthful, with a high colour
     and a short rough white beard.  Lady William advances to meet
     him.  Poulder stands by.]

Lady W. Oh!  Father, you are late.

His G. Awful crowd in the streets, Nell.  They’ve got a coffin—­ couldn’t get by.

Lady W. Coin?  Whose?

His G. The Government’s I should think-no flowers, by request.  I say, have I got to speak?

Lady W. Oh! no, dear.

His G. H’m!  That’s unlucky.  I’ve got it here. [He looks down his cuff] Found something I said in 1914—­just have done.

Lady W. Oh!  If you’ve got it—­James, ask Lord William to come to me for a moment. [James vanishes through the door.  To the Duke] Go in, Grand-dad; they’ll be so awfully pleased to see you.  I’ll tell Bill.