Sandy
I motored down; my car’s outside. Would you like me to meet anybody?
Judith
Oh, no. I must introduce you. This is my daughter Sorel, and my son Simon.
Sandy
Shaking hands.
How-do-you-do.
Sorel
Coldly.
I’m extremely well, thank you, and I hope you are.
Simon
So do I.
Judith
You must forgive me for having rather peculiar children. Have you got a bag or anything?