EDGAR. Only my new silk hat. SHEILA. Hurrah! That's right. [_MARY puts the box on a chair and is going out when EDGAR speaks._] EDGAR. Er--is Mr. Leonard in, do you know? MARY. I think he went upstairs, sir. ADA. What do you want with him? SHEILA. Let's see you in the new hat. EDGAR. It's just a notion I had. I'm afraid of forgetting. I wonder if he's done anything about clothes and things; he's fearfully casual. MARY. Must I--? Do you want me, sir? EDGAR. No, I think not, thank you. [_She goes out._] SHEILA. The new hat. The new hat. How jolly! [_She begins to open the box._] ADA. You'd better speak to him while you think about it. EDGAR. He's no good at ceremonial clothes. I believe he's only got a frock coat. SHEILA. Oh! don't let us have a frock coat. I should never forget it. ADA. I'll go for him. I'll fetch him. SHEILA. Yes, do, Ada. No time like the present. [_ADA goes out._] Edgar, I wish Leonard wasn't coming to the wedding. EDGAR. But, my dear girl-- SHEILA. Oh! I know. I know. Of course he _must_ be best man. It would be all wrong if he wasn't but somehow he's so queer and different and I don't feel safe with him and I don't know what he'll do or say. Of course he can be charming. I think he's a flirt. You always know when he's in the room. EDGAR. Of course these artist people are very self-conscious and assertive and-- SHEILA. But he's not assertive. He's--he's seductive. And he makes fun of things. EDGAR. No harm in that. SHEILA. Yes, there is. He makes fun of the wrong things. Why do you call him an artist, Edgar? He's not one. EDGAR. Oh! he's artistic--literary and so on--It's all the same. SHEILA. But he's a barrister, isn't he? EDGAR. Oh! yes, of sorts. He never had a brief. SHEILA. Then how does he--I mean how does he get an income? Why doesn't he go into the business, too? EDGAR. Oh! ho! Leonard in the business! No. The old Pater prefers to pay him a handsome allowance to keep out. Besides, Leonard makes about five shillings a month by literature. SHEILA. How horrid to be quite dependent like that! Why do you let him? EDGAR. Bless you! I don't want him in the business. It suits me well enough. Hullo! He's coming. [_Enter ADA and LEONARD._] [_LEONARD is rather younger than EDGAR; a handsome young man with an air of detachment. His manners are rather pleasantly impudent and now disguise some harassment. He is rather carefully dressed in what appears to be a careless way._] LEONARD. I'm wanted? Very much honoured I'm sure. My dear Sheila, I kiss your hands. SHEILA. You may shake one if you like. [_He tries to kiss it and she snatches it away._] LEONARD. What a pity. SHEILA. Don't be so stupid. LEONARD. You keep disappointing me. We should have done it very well. ADA. Don't be absurd, Leonard. EDGAR. He will play the fool. LEONARD. Well, well. Now to business. About this wedding. Does the best man kiss the bride?