Sandy
Good morning.
He bolts upstairs two at a time.
Judith
I seem to know that boy’s face.
David
Preparing to read.
Listen. You remember when Violet was taken ill in Paris?
Judith
Yes, dear.—Marmalade, Simon.
David
Well, I’ll go on from there.
Judith
Do, dear.
David
Reading.
“Paris in spring, with the Champs Élysées alive and dancing in the sunlight; lightly dressed children like gay painted butterflies—”
Simon
Whispering to Sorel .
What’s happened to the barometer?
Sorel
Sibilantly.
I don’t know.
David
Damn the barometer!