Sorel
Shut up, Simon.
Clara
The room looks lovely, dear—you needn’t worry. Just like your mother’s dressing-room on a first night.
Simon
How restful!
Clara
To Sorel .
Have you told her about your boy friend?
Sorel
Pained.
Not boy friend, Clara.
Clara
Going round, picking up things.
Oh, well, whatever he is.
Simon
I think Sorel’s beginning to be ashamed of us all, Clara—I don’t altogether blame her; we are very slapdash.
Clara
Are you going to leave that picture in the guests’ bathroom, dear? I don’t know if it’s quite the thing—lots of pink, naked women rolling about in a field.
Simon
Severely.
Nudity can be very beautiful, Clara.