SECOND GENTLEMAN.
[_With a nod._] Goo'-bye.
MISS HUDDLE.
Good-day, sir.
[_He pays_ MISS LIMBIRD _and goes out. The maid rises and hands the
young lady her gloves._
MISS MOON.
[_Taking a card from the mirror._] Would you like a card of Valma's,
madam, just to remind you?
YOUNG LADY.
[_Accepting the card and reading it._] "Valma. Palmist. Professor of the
Sciences of Chiromancy and Chirognomy. 186 New Bond Street." [_Giving
the card to her maid._] Keep that.
[_The door-gong sounds._
MISS MOON.
[_Opening a window._] Look, madam. That's one of his rooms; the window
there--the open one--
YOUNG LADY.
Yes, I see. Thanks. Good-morning.
MISS MOON.
Good morning.
[_The young lady pays_ MISS LIMBIRD _and goes, followed by her maid_.
MISS HUDDLE.
[_To_ MISS MOON] What time is it, dear?
MISS MOON.
[_Putting her table in order._] Half-past one. Lunch-time.
MISS HUDDLE.
Thought so; I've sech a vacancy.
[MISS HUDDLE _goes out, carrying her bowl and towel, as_ FRANK
POLLITT--"VALMA"--_appears at the window on the left--a well, if rather
showily, dressed young fellow, wearing a frock coat, white waistcoat,
and patent-leather boots.
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