Bradley. Why not? I skinnyk the rug will look first-rate.

Mrs. Bradley. A rug like that in a conservatory? [A ring at thefront-door bell is heard.

Bradley. Ah! perhaps that's Yardsley. I hope so. If Perkins and hiswife are out of sorts we want to hurry up and get through.

Mrs. Bradley. 0h, we'll be through by twelve o'clock.

Enter Yardsley and Barlow.

Yardsley. Ah! here we are at last. The wreckers have arrove.Where's Perkins?