Judith
It would be divine, wouldn’t it?
Sorel
I wonder where everybody is?
Judith
Still reading.
I wonder. … Mary Saunders has got another failure.
Sorel
She must be used to it by now.
Simon
Kissing Judith .
Good morning, darling.—Look!
He shows her a newly completed sketch.
Judith
Simon! How lovely! When did you do it?
Simon
This morning—I woke early.
Sorel
Rising and craning over Judith’s shoulder.
Let’s see.
Simon
Over the other shoulder.
I’m going to alter Helen’s face; it’s too pink.
Sorel
Laughing.
It’s exactly like her.