| (1, 0) 1 | SCENE: EIRA's sitting room, daintily furnished─pretty couch, chairs, piano, small tables, mirror on wall opposite stage, flowers, etc. |
| (1, 0) 2 | Door R., door L. |
| (1, 0) 3 | ~ |
| (1, 0) 4 | THEOPHILUS WILLIAMS, a good-looking young fellow, with the face of a student and the physique of an athlete, dressed in a black frock suit of clerical cut, and white tie, is walking restlessly about the room. |
| (1, 0) 5 | Takes a flower─puts it in his buttonhole. |
| (Theophilus) {Stands in front of mirror, shakes lis head.} | |
| (Theophilus) I'd give something to preach in flannels, and see their faces lengthening out until they lifted the roof off the Chapel. | |
| (1, 0) 12 | Girl's laughter off R., he listens enviously. |
| (1, 0) 13 | Dance music played on the piano comes to him from the room beyond. |
| (1, 0) 14 | His feet move to the music, and then he dances round the room─stops suddenly─glances at door L., snatches up a book and drops into a chair.) |
| (Theophilus) {His finger on a page of the open book, reads aloud.} | |
| (Theophilus) ─the strings, and the pipe. | |
| (1, 0) 19 | TITUS is a prosperous looking man of about forty, with a pleasant face and a jerky manner, who seems to catch himself thinking about forbidden things, and pulls himself up with a jerk and a disarming smile. |
| (1, 0) 20 | Wears a well-cut brown lounge suit. |
| (Titus) My goodness! | |
| (Titus) Just like her─very straight, always. | |
| (1, 0) 67 | FLOSSIE peeps in R. |
| (1, 0) 68 | She is a pretty, mischievous looking girl, about twenty-two, dressed in a short skirt, dainty shoes, etc. |
| (1, 0) 69 | She comes in with a demure expression and a sedate step. |
| (Titus) {To THEOPHILUS, jerking his thumb towards FLOSSIE.} | |
| (Titus) This is Miss Flossie, Theophilus; companion to my niece. | |
| (1, 0) 74 | THEOPHILUS and FLOSSIE bow, and exchange glances. |
| (Titus) I will leave you to examine into her principles, and say if she is a proper companion for Eira. | |
| (Titus) {Exit L.} | |
| (1, 0) 85 | THEOPHILUS and FLOSSIE look at each other solemnly. |
| (Theophilus) {Twiddling his thumbs.} | |
| (Theophilus) I have much need of an advocate with Eira. | |
| (1, 0) 154 | EIRA, a pale, beautiful girl, with blue eyes and golden hair, in soft clinging, graceful frock, enters R. |
| (Eira) {With assumed gravity.} | |
| (Flossie) I can't bear to think of it! | |
| (1, 0) 186 | Dabs her eyes with her handkerchief. |
| (1, 0) 187 | Pretends to sob. |
| (1, 0) 188 | Enter TITUS, with an anxious enquiring glance. |
| (Titus) {Frowning.} | |
| (Theophilus) Eh, what? | |
| (1, 0) 199 | FLOSSIE explodes with laughter, and EIRA quivers with suppressed amusement. |