Judith
Wailing.
“Yes, yes!”
Sorel
Springing at Simon .
“You cur!”
Judith
Damn! There’s the bell.
Sorel
Rushing to the glass.
I look hideous!
Simon
Yes, dear.
Judith
Clara—before you open the door—we shall be eight for dinner.
Clara
My God!
Simon
And for breakfast, lunch, tea, and dinner tomorrow.
Judith
Vaguely.
Will you get various rooms ready?
Clara
I shall have to—they can’t sleep in the passage.