Here you are, Daphne! ROPER. [_At his table._] Miss Kato, wanted! DE CASTRO. [_Calling to GABRIELLE._] Gabth! NITA. [_Calling to HENEAGE._] Stewie! COOLING. Baron-- Enid---- VON RETTENMAYER. Aha! COOLING. [_To STIDULPH._] Over there, Colonel. FULKERSON. [_Wandering about._] Where am _I_? Where am _I_? NITA. [_Pushing him aside._] Oh, be off! LILY. [_Calling._] Jimmie! COOLING. [_At his place at a table._] Olga, you're here. Mr. Grimwood! FULKERSON. Where am _I_? JIMMIE. [_To FULKERSON._] Next to me, worse luck. [_Screwing up her face at him._] Ugh! ROPER. Ladies' mantles on the second-floor! COOLING. Where's Sybil? DAPHNE. [_Calling._] Syb! Syb! [_The curtain falls, but the music of "Mind the Paint" continues for a while. Then it ceases and, after a short silence, the curtain rises again. The supper-tables have disappeared and the saloon is empty of people. The musicians and their music-stands and stools have also gone, and faintly from the distance comes the sound of a waltz. Two settees, matching the rest of the furniture, now stand in the centre of the saloon back-to-back, one of them facing the counter, the other facing the spectator. LILY'S bouquet lies on the nearer of the two settees, and upon the floor there is a fan, a red rose that has fallen from a lady's corsage, and a pocket-handkerchief with a powder-puff peeping from it. On the counter there are carafes of lemonade, decanters of spirits and syphons of soda-water, a bowl of strawberries-and-cream, various dishes of cakes, boxes of cigars and cigarettes, a lighted spirit-lamp, and other adjuncts of a buffet. COLONEL STIDULPH wanders in through the double-door as the waltz comes to an end. Feebly and dejectedly he goes to the counter, takes a cigarette, and is lighting it when LUIGI and the waiters enter the door on the left. Two of the waiters are carrying bottles of champagne in wine-coolers, another brings a tray on which are champagne-glasses and tumblers, and the bearded waiter follows with a large dish of sandwiches._ LUIGI. [_Behind the counter-- to STIDULPH, familiarly._] Ain't you dancing, Colonel? STIDULPH. Dancing-- I? [_Shaking his head._] No. LUIGI. [_Who speaks Cockney English with a slight foreign ascent-- cutting the wire of a champagne bottle._] Why, you used to be a regular slap-up dancing man when I first knew you. STIDULPH. [_Nodding._] Ah, ah; [_moving away_] my dancing days are done. LUIGI. Done! Oh, I like that! I bet you ain't sixty, come now, eh? STIDULPH. What's the time, Luigi? I haven't a watch on. LUIGI. Time, Colonel? [_Looking at his watch._] Twenty to three. STIDULPH. No later? [_Sitting on the settee on the right, with a sigh._] Oh, dear!