_Charlie._ Why, he athkth you to danth; you are out of breath or tired. He thitth down by you; you want a glath of lemonade, or thomething elth, it dothn’t matter what. _Agnes (aside)._ Does he really think that’s an original idea? (_Aloud._) How clever! _Charlie._ Yeth, I rather think thatth a good nothon. _Agnes._ Isn’t it warm here? _Charlie._ Very. I’ve thought of thuggethting that we open a window. _Agnes._ Oh, I’m so afraid of drafts. Did you see where I left my fan? _Charlie._ No,—unleth you left it down thairth in the library. _Agnes._ Won’t you see if I did? _Charlie (going up l. b.)._ With the greateth of pleathure. _Agnes._ And, Mr. Newbank, (_Charlie turns_) don’t tell Mr. Van Tromp I’m here. [REG. _appears at b. d._ _Charlie._ I’ll tell any lie thooner. (_Turns._) Ah!! (_Politely._) Mither Van Tromp, Mith Wortley ith fatigued and wanth to retht a little. _Reg._ Aw! Then she shows gweat good sense in sending you away. _Charlie (angrily)._ Thir, you thouldn’t inflict your thothiety on a lady who hath juth been athking me how to get rid of you. _Reg. (coolly)._ I hope you told her it was by keeping you about her. _Charlie._ If thatth the cathe, I’ll be back very thoon. [_Exits b. d._ _Reg._ Aw, I’m deucid sowy that boah Newbank has tired you, Miss Wortley. You weally should not be so awfully good natured, don’tcher know. _Agnes._ Oh, we have to be, and he’s no worse than a lot of others. _Reg._ I jolly wish, you know, that I could save you fwom it. _Agnes._ Don’t you think it warm here? _Reg._ Weally, but it is, pon honour. _Agnes._ And I’m so thirsty. Would it trouble you too much to get me a glass of water? _Reg. (rising and going up l.)._ Chawmed, I assure you. CHARLIE _appears b. d. and they run into each other_. _Reg._ Aw, I thought you were going to allow Miss Wortley a little west. _Charlie._ Thatth why I wath coming back. I didn’t think the would thend you away. _Reg._ I’ll be back soon, deah boy. [_Exits b. d._ _Charlie._ I’m thorry, Mith Wortley, but your fan ith not in the library. _Agnes (aside)._ Tell me something I don’t know. (_Aloud._) Have the rest of the men finished their cigars? _Charlie._ Yeth. _Agnes._ I suppose I ought to go down. [_Rises._ _Charlie._ Yeth, we’ll go together, and tho ethcape Van Tromp. _Agnes (aside)._ What a pity some glue company can’t buy those two and melt them down into mucilage! (_Aloud._) Yes, but first won’t you see if I didn’t leave my fan on the piano in the music-room? _Charlie._ Why, thertainly. [_Starts up to b. d._ _Agnes (aside)._ While you’re gone I’ll get into my domino, and if you catch me afterwards, it’s my fault. [_Exit_ CHARLIE. _Loud exclamation outside._