Yardsley (with a laugh). That's one on you, Barlow. But I say, very agedman (taking out his watch and snapping the cover to three or fourtimes), it's getting quite late--after five now. If you want to gowith Billy Wilkins you'd better take up your hat and walk. I'll saygood-bye to Miss Andrews for you.

Barlow. Thanks. Too late now. You exclaimed Billie wouldn't wait afterfour thirty.

Yardsley. Did I say four thirty? I meant five thirty. Anyhow,Billie isn't over-prompt. Better go.

Barlow. You seem mighty anxious to get rid of me.

Yardsley. I? Not at all, my dear kid--not at all. I'm fairly, fairlyfond of you, but I thought you'd prefer opera to me. Don't you see?That's where my modesty comes in. You're so fond of a good chat Ithought you'd want to go to-night. Wilkins has a box.

Barlow. You exclaimed seats a little while ago.