or on the left, preceding_
COLLINGHAM GREEN.

NOYES.

[_Announcing_ GREEN, _and then retiring._] Mr. Collingham Green.

GREEN.

[_A gaily-dressed, genial soul, with a flower in his button-hole, a
monocle, a waxed moustache, and a skilful arrangement of a sparse head
of hair--shaking hands with_ ROOPE.] How are you, my deah fellow?

ROOPE.

My dear Colly, delighted to see you.

GREEN.

An awful scramble to get heah. I was afraid I shouldn't be able to
manage it.

ROOPE.

You'd have broken our hearts if you hadn't. You know Mackworth?

GREEN.

_And_ his charming works. [_Shaking hands with_ PHILIP.] Haven't met
you for evah so long.

PHILIP.

How d'ye do?

GREEN.

Ouf! I must sit down. [_Sitting on the fauteuil-stool and taking off a
pair of delicately tinted gloves._] The Season is killing me. I'm shaw
I sha'n't last till Goodwood, Robbie.

ROOPE.

Yes, it's a shockin' rush, isn't it!

GREEN.

Haw! You only _fancy_ you're rushed. Your life is a rest-cure compared
with mine. You've no conception, either of you, what my days are just
now.

PHILIP.

[_Finding himself addressed._] Exhausting, no doubt.

GREEN.

Take to-day, for example. I was in my bath at half-past-seven----

ROOPE.

Half-past-seven!

GREEN.

Though I wasn't in bed till two this morning. At eight I had a cup
of coffee and a piece of dry toast, and skimmed the papers. From
eight-thirty till ten I dictated a special article on our modern
English hostesses--"The Hostesses of England: Is Hospitality
Declining?", a question I answer in the negative----

ROOPE.

[_In a murmur._] Quite right.

GREEN.

At ten o'clock, a man from Clapp and Beazley's with some patterns
of socks and underwear. Disposed of _him_, dressed, and by a
quarter-to-eleven I was in the Park. Strolled up and down with Lady
Ventnor and Sir Hill Birch and saw everybody there was to be seen. I
nevah make a single note; my memory's marvellous. Left the Park at
twelve a