Act I

I never knew you were coming until a little while ago.

It’s heavenly here⁠—after London. The heat was terrible when I left. You look awfully well, Judith. Rusticating obviously agrees with you.

I’m glad you think so. Personally, I feel that a nervous breakdown is imminent.

My dear, how ghastly! What’s the matter?

Nothing’s the matter yet, Myra, but I have presentiments. Come upstairs, Sandy, and I’ll show you your room.

Myra, this is marvellous!

No, Simon dear; it’s too hot.

You look beautifully cool.

I’m more than cool really, but it’s not climatic coolness. I’ve been mentally chilled to the marrow by Judith’s attitude.

Why, what did she say?