BETTY. It might be a clergyman, come to ask for a subscription like.

BELINDA. If it's a clergyman, Betty, I shall--I shall want your
assistance out of the hammock first.

BETTY. Yes, ma'am.

BELINDA. That's all. To anybody else I'm not at home. (Trying to
secure book on table and nearly falling out of the hammock.) Oh,
just give me that little green book. (Pointing to books on the
table.) The one at the bottom there--that's the one. (BETTY gives
it to her.) Thank you. (Reading the title.) "The Lute of Love," by
Claude Devenish. (To herself as she turns the pages.) It doesn't
seem much for half-a-crown when you think of the _Daily Telegraph_.
... Lute ... Lute. ... I should have quite a pretty mouth if I kept
on saying that. (With a great deal of expression.) Lute! (She pats
her mouth back.)

BETTY. Is that all, ma'am?

BELINDA. That's all. (BETTY prepares to go.) Oh, what am I
thinking of! (Waving to the table.) I want that review; I think
it's the blue one. (As BETTY begins to look.) It has an
article by Mr. Baxter on the "Rise of Lunacy in the Eastern
Counties"--yes, that's the one. I'd better have that too; I'm just
at the most exciting place. You shall have it after _me, _Betty.

BETTY. Is that all, ma'am?