and Mrs. Lou? Well, then, take this lace handkerchief, and draw it
down from his neck and pin it in his waistcoat, and you have--'
LAWTON, as Mr. Bemis rises to his feet: 'A Gentleman of the Old
School. Bemis, you look like a miniature of yourself by Malbone.
Rather flattered, but--recognisable.'
BEMIS, with perfectly recovered gaiety: 'Go on, go on, Lawton. I
can understand your envy. I can pity it.'
LAWTON: 'Could you forgive Roberts for not capturing the garotter?'
BEMIS: 'Yes, I could. I could give the garotter his liberty, and
present him with an admission to the Provident Woodyard, where he
could earn an honest living for his family.'
LAWTON, compassionately: 'You ARE pretty far gone, Bemis. Really,
I think somebody ought to go for Roberts.'
MRS. ROBERTS, innocently: 'Yes, indeed! Why, what in the world can
be keeping him?' A nursemaid enters and beckons Mrs. Roberts to the
door with a glance. She runs to her; they whisper; and then Mrs.
Roberts, over her shoulder: 'That ridiculous great boy of mine says
he can't go to sleep unless I come and kiss him good-night.'
LAWTON: 'Which ridiculous great boy, I wonder?--Roberts, or
Campbell? But I didn't know they had gone to bed!'
MRS. BEMIS: 'You are too bad, papa! You know it's little Neddy.'
MRS. ROBERTS, vanishing: 'Oh, I don't mind his nonsense, Lou. I'll
fetch them both back with me.
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