! [_Shaking hands._] How are you, Flo! How are you,
Sybil! How are you, Olga! I _say_, look at 'Vangy!

THE FOUR BEAUTIES.

[_As the men shake hands with them, mechanically._] How d'ye do? How
d'ye do? How d'ye do? How d'ye do?

FULKERSON.

Here! I want to introdooce Lord Farncombe. Miss Connify-- Lord
Farncombe. Miss Dermott-- Miss Cook-- Miss 'Vangy Ventris-- Lord
Farncombe.

THE FOUR BEAUTIES.

[_As before._] How d'ye do? How d'ye do? How d'ye do? How d'ye do?

[_COOLING hurries back._

COOLING.

[_To everybody._] Miss Parradell! [_Opening the double-door and
signalling to the leader of the band._] Now!

[_The band strikes up the air of "Mind the Paint" as LILY enters at
the right-hand door at the back with JIMMIE BIRCH. LILY is dressed in
white, and altogether fulfils exteriorly ROPER'S description of
"angelic." She carries a large bouquet of lilies and pale roses with a
broad ribbon flowing from it. All the men but FARNCOMBE, who holds
aloof, press round her, STIDULPH rising and joining them. The ladies
follow._

THE MEN.

[_Struggling for her hand._] Many happy returns of day! Many happy
returns of the day! Many happy returns of the day!

JIMMIE.

[_Battling with the men._] Keep away from her! Bertie, you're on her
frock! Mind her frock!

ROPER.

Mind the paint!

SOME OF THE MEN.

Ha, ha, ha!

LILY.

[_Holding her bouquet above her head._] My roses! Be careful of me,
boys! One at a time!

THE MEN.

Many happy returns of the day!

LILY.

I want to kiss the girls. Girls----!

[_The men make way for the ladies who come to LILY._

THE LADIES.

Many happy returns of the day!

LILY.

[_Embracing them._] Sybil-- Nita--! Oh, Mrs. Stidulph!-- Enid--
Daphne-- Gabs-- Flo dear-- Olga-- 'Vangy----!

PALK.

[_Suddenly._] Here's the guv'nor!

[_SMYTHE enters at the door on the left. LUIGI and the waiters are
behind him, the waiters carrying trays on which are sugar-casters and
dishes of powdered ginger. At once there is a movement towards SMYTHE
of everybody except those who have already greeted him, and LILY who
is detained by ROPER and others._

TAVISH.

How are you, guv'nor?

SOME OF THE LADIES.

How d'ye do, Mr. Smythe?

OTHER LADIES.

[_Hustling him._] How are you, Carlton?

SMYTHE.

[_In the midst of them all._] Girls, girls! I'll shake hands with you
all in turn, girls.

ENID.

Thought you were dead.

DAPHNE.

Yes; look at O