Judith
There’s going to be a thunderstorm. I felt sick this morning. This is Sandy Tyrell—everybody—
Richard
Shaking hands.
How-do-you-do.
Sorel
Mother, I want you to meet Mr.Mr. Greatham.
Judith
Oh, yes. You were here before, weren’t you?
Simon
Before whatwhat, darling?
Judith
Before I went out in the punt. There was somebody else here too—a fair girl— Oh, there you are. How-do-you-do. Sit down, Sandy, and eat anything you want. Give Sandy some bread-and-butter, Simon.
She sees Jackie .