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.