DOLLY (taking his arm coaxingly). Dear Finch: don't be cross.

MRS. CLANDON. Gloria: let us go in. He may arrive at any moment.

GLORIA (proudly). Do not stir, mother. I shall not stir. We must
not run away.

MRS. CLANDON (delicately rebuking her). My dear: we cannot sit down
to lunch just as we are. We shall come back again. We must have no
bravado. (Gloria winces, and goes into the hotel without a word.)
Come, Dolly. (As she goes into the hotel door, the waiter comes out
with plates, etc., for two additional covers on a tray.)

WAITER. Gentlemen come yet, ma'am?

MRS. CLANDON. Two more to come yet, thank you. They will be here,
immediately. (She goes into the hotel. The waiter takes his tray
to the service table.)

PHILIP. I have an idea. Mr. McComas: this communication should be
made, should it not, by a man of infinite tact?

McCOMAS. It will require tact, certainly.

PHILIP Good! Dolly: whose tact were you noticing only this morning?

DOLLY (seizing the idea with rapture). Oh, yes, I declare! William!

PHILIP. The very man! (Calling) William!