Savoyard.  Count O’Dowda, gentlemen.  Mr Trotter.

Trotter. [looking at the Count’s costume] Have I the pleasure of meeting a confrere?

The count.  No, sir:  I have no right to my costume except the right of a lover of the arts to dress myself handsomely.  You are most welcome, Mr Trotter. [Trotter bows in the French manner].

Savoyard.  Mr Vaughan.

The count.  How do you do, Mr Vaughan?

Vaughan.  Quite well, thanks.

Savoyard.  Mr Gunn.

The count.  Delighted to make your acquaintance, Mr Gunn.

Gunn.  Very pleased.

Savoyard.  Mr Flawner Bannal.

The count.  Very kind of you to come, Mr Bannal.

Bannal.  Dont mention it.

The count.  Gentlemen, my daughter. [They all bow].  We are very greatly indebted to you, gentlemen, for so kindly indulging her whim. [The dressing bell sounds.  The Count looks at his watch].  Ah!  The dressing bell, gentlemen.  As our play begins at nine, I have had to put forward the dinner hour a little.  May I shew you to your rooms? [He goes out, followed by all the men, except Trotter, who, going last, is detained by Fanny].

Fanny.  Mr Trotter:  I want to say something to you about this play.

Trotter.  No:  thats forbidden.  You must not attempt to souffler the critic.

Fanny.  Oh, I would not for the world try to influence your opinion.

Trotter.  But you do:  you are influencing me very shockingly.  You invite me to this charming house, where I’m about to enjoy a charming dinner.  And just before the dinner I’m taken aside by a charming young lady to be talked to about the play.  How can you expect me to be impartial?  God forbid that I should set up to be a judge, or do more than record an impression; but my impressions can be influenced; and in this case youre influencing them shamelessly all the time.

Fanny.  Dont make me more nervous than I am already, Mr Trotter.  If you knew how I feel!

Trotter.  Naturally:  your first party:  your first appearance in England as hostess.  But youre doing it beautifully.  Dont be afraid.  Every nuance is perfect.

Fanny.  It’s so kind of you to say so, Mr Trotter.  But that isnt whats the matter.  The truth is, this play is going to give my father a dreadful shock.

Trotter.  Nothing unusual in that, I’m sorry to say.  Half the young ladies in London spend their evenings making their fathers take them to plays that are not fit for elderly people to see.

Fanny.  Oh, I know all about that; but you cant understand what it means to Papa.  Youre not so innocent as he is.

Trotter. [remonstrating] My dear young lady—­