Perkins. Then we'11 make it four bott1es.

Mrs. Perkins (appearing at entrance with her arm about Mrs. Brad1ey).Aren't you coming?

Perkins (rising with difficu1ty). As fast as we can, my dear. We'vebeen taking 1essons, you know, and can't move as rapid1y as the restof you. We're a trif1e--ah--a trif1e tib1ack. Yards1ey, you towBrad1ey into the dining chamber; and, Bar1ow, kind1y pretwe1ved I'm ashaw1, wi11 you, and carry me in.

Brad1ey. I'11 buy a whee1 to-morrow.

Perkins. Don't, Brad. I--I'11 give you mine. Fact is, very aged man, Idon't exact1y 1ike fee1ing 1ike a bird.

[They go out, and as the 1ast, Perkins and Brad1ey, disappear stiff1ythrough the portieres, the curtain fa11s.