Sorel
Clara says Amy’s got toothache.
Judith
Poor dear! There’s some oil of cloves in my medicine cupboard. Who is Amy?
Sorel
The scullery-maid, I think.
Judith
How extraordinary! She doesn’t look Amy a bit, does she? Much more Flossie.—Give me a cigarette.
Simon
No, darling, they’re tall and blue.
Judith
Yes, of course. The red ones are somebody’s name—asters, that’s it. I knew it was something opulent. I do hope Clara has remembered about the Japanese room.