Fanny's First Play HTML version

The end of a saloon in an old-fashioned country house (Florence Towers, the
property of Count O'Dowda) has been curtained off to form a stage for a private
theatrical performance. A footman in grandiose Spanish livery enters before the
curtain, on its O.P. side.
FOOTMAN. [announcing] Mr Cecil Savoyard. [Cecil Savoyard comes in: a
middle-aged man in evening dress and a fur-lined overcoat. He is surprised to
find nobody to receive him. So is the Footman]. Oh, beg pardon, sir: I thought the
Count was here. He was when I took up your name. He must have gone through
the stage into the library. This way, sir. [He moves towards the division in the
middle of the curtains].
SAVOYARD. Half a mo. [The Footman stops]. When does the play begin? Half-
past eight?
FOOTMAN. Nine, sir.
SAVOYARD. Oh, good. Well, will you telephone to my wife at the George that it's
not until nine?
FOOTMAN. Right, sir. Mrs Cecil Savoyard, sir?
SAVOYARD. No: Mrs William Tinkler. Dont forget.
THE FOOTMAN. Mrs Tinkler, sir. Right, sir. [The Count comes in through the
curtains]. Here is the Count, sir. [Announcing] Mr Cecil Savoyard, sir. [He
COUNT O'DOWDA. [A handsome man of fifty, dressed with studied elegance a
hundred years out of date, advancing cordially to shake hands with his visitor]
Pray excuse me, Mr Savoyard. I suddenly recollected that all the bookcases in
the library were locked--in fact theyve never been opened since we came from
Venice--and as our literary guests will probably use the library a good deal, I just
ran in to unlock everything.
SAVOYARD. Oh, you mean the dramatic critics. M'yes. I suppose theres a
smoking room?