)
Let me see, where was I up to?
(_He moves down_ R.)
I shan't count yours, because I haven't really had it yet.
(BETTY _enters down_ R. _and stands behind settee_.)
Six, seven--Yes, Betty, what is it?
BETTY. If you please, ma'am, cook would like to speak to you for a
minute.
(TREMAYNE _goes up_ R.C.)
BELINDA (_getting up_). Yes, I'll come.
(BETTY _goes out, leaving the door open_. BELINDA _crosses Before
the table_.)
(_To_ TREMAYNE.) You'll forgive me, won't you? You'll find some
cigarettes there. (_Points to table up_ R. TREMAYNE _moves by the
back of the settee and holds the door for_ BELINDA. _She turns to him
in the doorway_.) It's probably about the lamb cutlets; I expect your
little one refuses to be cooked.
(_She goes out after_ BETTY.)
(_Left alone_ TREMAYNE _stalks moodily about the room, crossing
it and kicking things which come in his way. Violently, he kicks a
hassock which is above the table_ R. _to under the table_ C.,
_then he takes up his hat and moves towards the swing doors and half
opens them. He pauses and considers--then he comes down to the centre
table, throws down his hat, moves round the left end of the table, finds
the dog in the way and then sits on the table with his hands in his
pockets, facing the audience.
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