has been arranged between Miss Viola Wurzel-Flummery..." and
everybody will say, "And about time too, poor girl."

MARGARET (to CRAWSHAW). Have you found it, dear?

CRAWSHAW (resentfully). This is the 1912 edition.

MARGARET. Still, dear, if it's a very old family, it ought to be in
by then.

VIOLA. I don't mind how old it is; I think it's lovely. Oh, Dick,
what fun it will be being announced! Just think of the footman
throwing open the door and saying--

MAID (announcing). Mr. Denis Clifton.

(There is a little natural confusion as CLIFTON enters jauntily in
his summer suiting with a bundle of papers under his arm. CRAWSHAW
goes towards him and shakes hands.)

CRAWSHAW. How do you do, Mr. Clifton? Very good of you to come.
(Looking doubtfully at his clothes) Er--it is Mr. Denis Clifton,
the solicitor?

CLIFTON (cheerfully). It is. I must apologize for not looking the
part more, but my clothes did not arrive from Clarkson's in time.
Very careless of them when they had promised. And my clerk
dissuaded me from the side-whiskers which I keep by me for these
occasions.