He shakes his head.] No good for anything else but a
memento.
SIGSBY [With a grunt he snatches the thing and flings it into a
corner. Tries on the new one.]
JAWBONES 'Ow's it feel?
[SIGSBY, with the help of JAWBONES, attends to his appearance.]
LAMB [To ST. HERBERT.] No use talking to her, I suppose?
ST. HERBERT [Shrugs his shoulders.] She'll do what she imagines
to be her duty. Women are so uncivilised.
[A burst of cheering is heard. A shrill male voice: "Three cheers
for Winston Churchill!" It is followed by an explosion of yells.]
ST. HERBERT Who's that?
LAMB [He has opened the window.] Phoebe Mogton!
SIGSBY What a family!
[JANET has entered.]
JANET Is that Mrs. Chilvers? [To LAMB and ST. HERBERT.] Good
evening.
ST. HERBERT Good evening.
LAMB No; it's her sister.
JANET I wonder she doesn't come.
SIGSBY What are the latest figures? Do you know?
[PHOEBE enters.]
JANET I forget the numbers. Mrs. Chilvers is forty ahead.
PHOEBE Forty ahead! [To JANET.
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