He
is so sincere.
Barlow. Isn't he, though? He looked bored to death all through the
dance.
Yardsley. I thought so too. I was watching him while you were
talking to him, Barlow, and such a look of ennui I never saw on a
man's face.
Barlow. Humph!
Dorothy. Are you going to Mrs. Van Darling's dinner?
Barlow. Yes; I received my bid last night. You?
Dorothy. Oh yes!
Yardsley (gloomily). I can't go very well. I'm--ah--engaged for
Tuesday.
Barlow. Well, I hope you've let Mrs. Van Darling know. She's a
stickler for promptness in accepting or declining her invitations.
If you haven't, I'll tell her for you. I'm to see her to-night.
Yardsley. Oh no! Never mind. I'll--I'll attend to it.
Barlow. Oh, of course. But it's just as well she should know in
advance. You might forget it, you know. I'll tell her; it's no
trouble to me.
Dorothy. Of course not, and she can get some one to take your place.
Yardsley (desperately). Oh, don't say anything about it. Fact is,
she--ah--she hasn't invited me.
Barlow. Ah! (Aside.) I knew that all along. Oh, but I'm clever!
Dorothy (hastily, to relieve Yardsley's embarrassment).
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