ALICE. Sorry!

[Mechanically he has put the rose in the book for a marker, and is
moving away. But now we see--or if we don't see, we hear in the
music--the Man of the World on his way.

The Man of the World. I told you!


[Such a man of the world! But when you can dress in vermilion and
purple and gold and wear the biggest cloak and the largest sword that
ever was and twist your moustache as outrageously as you please, what's
easier than to fascinate such a child as Columbine? She curtseys to him
as he bows to her. She beckons to her husband to join them. But he,
lost now in the landscape, now in his reopened book, waves only a
distant greeting, and will not budge. The Man of the World smiles a
most worldly smile, and soon he and pretty Columbine are strolling
towards the house; she looking down at the flagged walk and the flowers
that border it, he looking down at her, with eyes too greedy to be
kind.

What a pity, isn't it?

[Then the music tells us quite unmistakably that Pantaloon and Clown
are tumbling along.

Listen! Pantaloon and Clown! They are always coming to lunch. Because if
actors like this know there is lunch ...

UNCLE EDWARD. Hush!