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!