PHOEBE Good heavens!
ST. HERBERT The brainy woman will think for herself. And then I
foresee some lively breakfast tables.
PHOEBE Humph! No fear, I suppose, of a man taking his views from
his wife and thinking them his own?
ST. HERBERT That may be the solution. The brainy woman will have
to marry the manly man.
[GINGER enters.]
JAWBONES [He is on his knees blowing the fire. In a low growl.]
Shut the door!
GINGER Can't till I'm inside, can I? [Shuts it.] Where's Lady
Mogton?
JAWBONES I don't know.
PHOEBE What do you want her for?
GINGER Only to tell her that I can't find Chilvers.
PHOEBE Isn't she here?
GINGER Not unless she's come while I've been out.
[JANET enters.]
JANET Oh, Lady Mogton -
PHOEBE [Interrupting her.] Isn't Annys here?
JANET No. [To GINGER.] Haven't you found her?
GINGER [Shakes her head.] Been everywhere I could think of.
PHOEBE [To herself.] She couldn't have gone home? Is there a
telephone here?
JANET The room's locked up.
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