He's one of these yere singing chaps what's asked to pass the time
after dinner with a song or two _gratis_. This dinner'll last him for
food for a week!
_Their manners suddenly change as the men reenter and take seats about
the two ends of the table._ STERLING, MASON, _and_ DOCTOR _down Left
form one group. The other men are in a group between the window and the
other end. On entering_ STERLING _speaks._
STERLING. Jordan, for heaven's sake, give us something to see by! You
can't tell which end of your cigar to light in this confounded woman's
candle-light. If I had my way, I'd have candelabras made of Welsbachs!
TROTTER. Bright idea, Sterling.
[STERLING, _laughing, joins his group, who laugh gently with him._
JORDAN _turns on the electric light. The servants pass the coffee,
liqueurs, and the cigars and cigarettes. Meanwhile the following
dialogue takes place, the men beginning to talk at once on their
entrance._
STERLING. Mr. Mason, I'd like to ask your honest opinion on something if
you'll give it me.
MASON. Certainly.
STERLING. This Hudson Electric Company.
DR. STEINHART. Oh! Dropped fearfully to-day.
STERLING. But that can happen easily with the best thing. To-morrow--
MASON. [_Interrupting._] To-morrow it will drop to its _very bottom_!
STERLING.
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