Clara
Yes—I’ll fetch them.
She goes out.
Judith
Thank you. You’ve forgotten my orange juice.
Clara
No, I ’aven’t, dear; it’s just outside.
She goes out again.
Sorel
Good morning, darling.
Judith
Listen to this. “We saw Judith Bliss in a box at the Haymarket on Tuesday, looking as lovely as ever.” There now! I thought I looked hideous on Tuesday.
She reads.