LORD W. [Passing his heard over his hair, and blinking his eyes] James! Ready? JAMES. Me Lord! L. ANNE. Daddy! LADY W. [Taking his arm] Bill! It's all right, old man--all right! LORD W. [Blinking] Those infernal larks! Thought we were on the Somme again! Ah! Mr. Lemmy, [Still rather dreamy] no end obliged to you; you're so decent. Now, why did you want to blow us up before dinner? LEMMY. Blow yer up? [Passing his hand over his hair in travesty] "Is it a dream? Then wykin' would be pyne." MRS. LEMMY. Bo-ob! Not so saucy, my boy! LEMMY. Blow yet up? Wot abaht it? LADY W. [Indicating the bomb] This, Mr. Lemmy! [LEMMY looks at it, and his eyes roll and goggle.] LORD W. Come, all's forgiven! But why did you? LEMMY. Orl right! I'm goin' to tyke it awy; it'd a-been a bit ork'ard for me. I'll want it to-mower. LORD W. What! To leave somewhere else? LEMMY. 'Yus, of course! LORD W. No, no; dash it! Tell us what's it filled with? LEMMY. Filled wiv? Nuffin'. Wot did yet expect? Toof-pahder? It's got a bit o' my lead soldered on to it. That's why it's 'eavy! LORD W. But what is it? LEMMY. Wot is it? [His eyes are fearfully fixed on LADY WILLIAM] I fought everybody knew 'em. LADY W. Mr. Lemmy, you must clear this up, please. LEMMY. [TO LORD WILLIAM, With his eyes still held On LADY WILLIAM-- mysteriously] Wiv lydies present? 'Adn't I better tell the Press? LORD W. All right; tell someone--anyone! [LEMMY goes down to THE PRESS, who is reading over his last note. Everyone watches and listens with the utmost discretion, while he whispers into the ear of THE PRESS; who shakes his head violently.] PRESS. No, no; it's too horrible. It destroys my whole---- LEMMY. Well, I tell yer it is. [Whispers again violently.] PRESS. No, no; I can't have it. All my article! All my article! It can't be--no---- LEMMY. I never see sick an obstinate thick-head! Yer 'yn't worvy of yet tryde. [He whispers still more violently and makes cabalistic signs.] [LADY WILLIAM lifts the bomb from the cooler into the sight of all. LORD WILLIAM, seeing it for the first time in full light, bends double in silent laughter, and whispers to his wife. LADY WILLIAM drops the bomb and gives way too. Hearing the sound, LEMMY turns, and his goggling eyes pan them all in review. LORD and LADY WILLIAM in fits of laughter, LITTLE ANNE stamping her feet, for MISS STOKES, red, but composed, has her hands placed firmly over her pupil's eyes and ears; LITTLE AIDA smiling brilliantly, MRS. LEMMY blandly in sympathy, neither knowing why; the FOUR FOOTMAN in a row, smothering little explosions. POULDER, extremely grave and red, THE PRESS perfectly haggard, gnawing at his nails.]