Used to be sending for me every other day before you came. Now look at them! [The two ladies laugh.] She's not as bad as we expected.
[He pats her hand.] Do you remember my description of what I thought she was going to be like?
THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL. She's a dear girl.
THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL. Bennet -FANNY [she has crossed to table--is pouring out the Doctor's tea].
Oh, mightn't we have a holiday from Bennet?
DR. FREEMANTLE [laughs]. Seems to be having a holiday himself to- day.
THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL. A holiday?
DR. FREEMANTLE. Didn't you know? Oh, there's an awfully swagger party on downstairs. They were all trooping in as I came.
THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL. I'd no idea he was giving a party. [To Fanny] Did you, dear?
FANNY [she hands the Doctor his tea]. Yes. It's a prayer meeting.
The whole family, I expect, has been summoned.
DR. FREEMANTLE. A prayer meeting! Didn't look like it.
THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL. But why should he be holding a prayer meeting?
FANNY. Oh, one of the family -DR. FREEMANTLE. And why twelve girls in a van?
THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL. In a van?
DR. FREEMANTLE. One of Hutton's from the Station Hotel--with a big poster pinned on the door: "Our Empire."
Fanny has risen. She crosses and rings the bell.
THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL. What's the matter, dear?
FANNY. I'm not quite sure yet. [Her whole manner is changed. A look has come into her eyes that has not been there before. She speaks in quiet, determined tones. She rings again. Then returning to table, hands the cake-basket to the Doctor.] Won't you take one, Doctor? They're not as indigestible as they look. [Laughs.]
DR. FREEMANTLE [he also is bewildered at the changed atmosphere].
Thank you. I hope I -FANNY [she turns to Ernest, who has entered. Her tone, for the first time, is that of a mistress speaking to her servants]. Have any visitors called for me this afternoon?
ERNEST. Vi-visitors--?
FANNY. Some ladies.
ERNEST [he is in a slough of doubt and terror]. L--ladies?
FANNY. Yes. Please try to understand the English language. Has a party of ladies called here this afternoon?
ERNEST. There have been some ladies. They--we -FANNY. Where are they?
ERNEST. They--I -FANNY. Send Bennet up to me. Instantly, please.
Ernest, only too glad to be off, stumbles out.
THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL. My dear -FANNY. You'll take some more tea, won't you? Do you mind, Doctor, passing Miss Wetherell's cup? And the other one. Thank you. And will you pass them the biscuits? You see, I am doing all I can on your behalf. [She is talking and laughing--a little hysterically-- for the purpose of filling time.] Tea and hot cake--could anything be worse for them?
DR. FREEMANTLE. Well, tea, you know -FANNY. I know. [Laughs.] You doctors are all alike. You all denounce it, but you all drink it. [She hands him the two cups.]
That one is for Aunt Wetherell of the beautiful hair; and the other is for Aunt Wetherell of the beautiful eyes. [Laughs.] It's the only way I can distinguish them.
Bennet enters.
Oh, Bennet!
BENNET. You sent for me?
FANNY. Yes. I understand some ladies have called.
BENNET. I think your ladyship must have been misinformed. I most certainly have seen none.
FANNY. I have to assume, Bennet, that either Dr. Freemantle or you are telling lies.
A silence.
BENNET. A party of over-dressed young women, claiming to be acquainted with your ladyship, have arrived in a van. I am giving them tea in the servants' hall, and will see to it that they are sent back to the station in ample time to catch their train back to town.
FANNY. Please show them up. They will have their tea here.
BENNET [her very quietness is beginning to alarm him. It shakes him from his customary perfection of manners]. The Lady Bantocks do not as a rule receive circus girls in their boudoir.
FANNY [still with her alarming quietness]. Neither do they argue with their servants. Please show these ladies in.
BENNET. I warn you -FANNY. You heard my orders. [Her tone has the right ring. The force of habit is too strong upon him. He yields--savagely--and goes out. She turns to the Doctor.] So sorry I had to drag you into it.
I didn't see how else I was going to floor him.
DR. FREEMANTLE. Splendid! [He grips her hand.]
FANNY [she goes to the old ladies who sit bewildered terrified.]
They won't be here for more than a few minutes--they can't be. I want you to be nice to them--both of you. They are friends of mine.
[She turns to the Doctor.] They're the girls I used to act with. We went all over Europe--twelve of us--representing the British Empire.
They are playing in London now.
DR. FREEMANTLE. To-night? [He looks at his watch.]
FANNY [she is busy at the tea-table]. Yes. They are on the stage at half past nine. You might look out their train for them. [She points to the Bradshaw on the desk.] I don't suppose they've ever thought about how they're going to get back. It's Judy's inspiration, this, the whole thing; I'd bet upon it. [With a laugh.]
She always was as mad as a March hare.
DR. FREEMANTLE [busy with the Bradshaw]. They were nice-looking girls.
FANNY. Yes. I think we did the old man credit. [With a laugh.]
John Bull's daughters, they called us in Paris.
Bennet appears in doorway.
BENNET [announces]. "Our Empire."
Headed by "England," the twelve girls, laughing, crowding, jostling one another, talking all together, swoop in.
ENGLAND [a lady with a decided Cockney accent]. Oh, my dear, talk about an afternoon! We 'ave 'ad a treat getting 'ere.
Fanny kisses her.
SCOTLAND [they also kiss]. Your boss told us you'd gone out.
FANNY. It was a slight--misunderstanding. Bennet, take away these things, please. And let me have half a dozen bottles of champagne.
STRAITS SETTLEMENTS [a small girl at the back of the crowd--with a shrill voice]. Hooray!
BENNET [he is controlling himself with the supremest difficulty.
Within he is a furnace]. I'm afraid I have mislaid the key of the cellar.
FANNY [she looks at him]. You will please find it--quickly.
[Bennet, again from habit, yields. But his control almost fails him.
