_Charlie (outside)._ You donkey, you ran into me on purpoth, and thpilled that water on me. _Agnes._ Do for once temper the wind to the shorn lamb! [_Looks around room helplessly, and then rushes to bay window and hides._ _Reg. (outside)._ I beg pawdon, but it was you who wan into me. Cawnt cher see where you are going? REG. _appears b. d. with a glass containing very little water, wiping his coat sleeve with handkerchief, and looking angrily after_ CHARLIE. _Reg._ I’m deucid sowy, Miss Wortley, but that clumsy fool has spilled most of the water (_coming down_). One can always tell the _nouveaux_ wiche by their gaucherwies. (_Finds chair empty—starts, and looks round room._) Pon honour, if he hasn’t dwiven her away! [_Stands looking about._ CHARLIE _appears at b. d._ _Charlie._ I met your maid, Mith Wortley, and the thaid your fan wath in your room, (_coming down r._) and that the’ll get it. (_Discovers Agnes’ absence._) Now then, I hope you are thatithfied with having driven her away. _Reg._ Oh, I dwove her away, did I? _Charlie._ Yeth. _Reg. (laughing)._ That is wich! _Charlie._ Well, thath more than you are! _Reg._ Cholly Newbank, you get worse form everwy day. _Enter_ POLLY _with fan l. d._ _Polly._ Here is the fan, Mr. Newbank. _Charlie (taking fan)._ Can you tell me where Mith Wortley ith? _Polly (starting to go)._ No, sir. STUART _appears in b. d. and stands and listens_. _Charlie._ One moment, girl. (_To Reg._) Mither Van Tromp, will you oblige me by leaving the room? _Reg._ By Jove! The bwass of the man would start a foundwy. [_Sits chair l. with emphasis._ _Charlie._ Thir, in the future I thall refuth to recognith you. _Reg._ Thanks, awfully. _Charlie (taking bank-note from pocket)._ Girl, do you thee thith? _Polly._ Oh, yes, sir. _Charlie._ What ith Mith Wortleyth domino like? _Polly._ Oh, indeed, sir, I don’t dare to tell you. _Charlie._ Nonthenth! The’ll never know who told. You might ath well make five dollarth. _Polly._ But Mr. Van Tromp might tell. _Reg. (with extreme dignity)._ Mr. Van Tromp is too much of a gentleman to either bwibe or tell tales. _Charlie._ But he’ll lithen all the thame! _Polly (fearfully)._ She’s going to wear a white silk one with cardinal ribbons, and a black lace veil. [_Receives note and exits l._ _Charlie (triumphantly)._ Ah! Now I have her. _Reg._ Deucid sowy to spoil your little dweam, but I fahncy I shall speak to her myself this evening. _Charlie (gleefully)._ All right. The knowth you are after her money. _Stuart (coming down)._ Ah! Damon and Pythias together as usual. It really gives one faith in friendship to see how you two fellows run together.