The room is lighted from the centre of
the ceiling by an electric sun. A row of hat-pegs is on the wall
between the two doors. The time is about 9 p.m.
[People entering from the street wear coats or cloaks, &c., the
season being early spring. If passing through or staying in the
room, they take off their outdoor things and hang them up, putting
them on again before going out.]
[JAWBONES is coaxing the reluctant fire by using a newspaper as a
blower. He curses steadily under his breath. The door opens.
GINGER enters; she is dressed in cheap furs.]
JAWBONES Shut the door, can't yer!
GINGER Don't yer want a draught?
JAWBONES No, I don't. Not any more than I've got.
GINGER [She shuts the door.] 'Ave they begun counting the votes?
JAWBONES Been at it for the last three-quarters of an hour.
GINGER Who's going to win?
JAWBONES One of 'em.
[LADY MOGTON has entered. She has come from the room where they
are counting the votes.]
Shut that door! [He glances over his shoulder, sees his mistake.
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