FANNY [still keeping it up]. George Newte! Of course--ah, yes. Do
you mind showing him up?

BENNET. I thought I would let you know he had arrived, in case you
might be getting anxious about him. I propose giving him a glass of
beer and sending him away again.

FANNY [flares up]. Look here, uncle, you and I have got to
understand one another. I may put up with being bullied myself--if I
can't see any help for it--but I'm not going to stand my friends
being insulted. You show Mr. Newte up here.

A silence.

BENNET. I shall deem it my duty to inform his lordship of Mr.
Newte's visit.

FANNY. There will be no need to. Mr. Newte, if his arrangements
permit, will be staying to dinner.

BENNET. That, we shall see about. [He goes out.]

FANNY [following him to door]. And tell them I shall want the best
bedroom got ready in case Mr. Newte is able to stay the night. I've
done it. [She goes to piano, dashes into the "Merry Widow Waltz," or
some other equally inappropriate but well-known melody, and then
there enters Newte, shown in by Bennet. Newte is a cheerful person,
attractively dressed in clothes suggestive of a successful bookmaker.
He carries a white pot hat and tasselled cane. His gloves are large