(Looking at his watch.) You'll just about have time to do it now if
you start at once.
[Grasps Barlow by arm, and tries to force him out. Barlow holds
back, and is about to remonstrate, when Dorothy enters. Both men
rush to greet her; Yardsley catches her left hand, Barlow her right.
Dorothy (slightly embarrassed). Why, how do you do--this is an
unexpected pleasure--both of you? Excuse my left hand, Mr. Yardsley;
I should have given you the other if--if you'd given me time.
Yardsley. Don't mention it, I pray. The unexpectedness is wholly
mine, Miss Andrews--I mean--ah--the pleasure is--
Barlow. Wholly mine.
Dorothy (withdrawing her hands from both and sitting down). I
haven't seen either of you since the Perkinses dance. Wasn't it a
charming affair?
Yardsley. Delightful. I--ah--I didn't know that the Perkinses--
Barlow (interrupting). It was a good deal of a crush, though. As
Mrs. Van Darling said to me, "You always meet--"
Yardsley. It's a pity Perkins isn't more of a society man, though,
don't you think?
Dorothy. O, I don't know. I've always found him very pleasant.
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