DEN. [_Holding up his glass._]

Here's to those whom we love! And to those who love us! And to those who
love those whom we love And to those who love those who love us!

ALL THE MEN. [_Not in unison._] Good! Bravo! Bully toast! [_Ad lib._]

[_Every one drinks._

BLANCHE. One more toast, Dick. [_To the others._] Christmas Day is our
boy's birthday.

RUTH. Surely! a toast to Richard!

STERLING. Long life to Master Sterling, the best boy in the world, and
to all his good friends at this table.

THE MEN. Hear! Hear!

[_All the women speak their next speeches at the same time._

BLANCHE. [_Laughing._] Of course! I've dropped my handkerchief.}
}
[NED _dives under the table for it._ }
}
MISS SILLERTON. O dear, my fan! }
}
MISS GODESBY. What a bore! I've dropped a glove! }
}
[STEINHART _goes under the table for it._ }
}
CLARA. Both my gloves gone--I'm so sorry! }
}
[GODESBY _goes under the table for them._ }
}
MRS. HUNTER. Dick, please, I've dropped my smelling bottle. } [ALL
} _together_]
[TROTTER _and_ STERLING _go under the table for it._ }
}
RUTH. My gloves, please, I'm so sorry! }
}
[MASON _goes under the table for them._ }
}
[_The speeches of the women are simultaneous, followed }
by the movements of the men also, all at the same time._ }

BLANCHE. Please don't bother; the servants--

LEONARD, JORDAN _and, two extra men start to hunt under the table, too._

MISS GODESBY. Women ought to have everything they own fastened to them
with rubberneck elastics.

[_The men, somewhat flustered, all rise with the various articles,