Not in the Script

Jules Barnes' assignment was to write a play which would save Earth from an invasion; he wrote well—and yet the crucial scene was—
Colen Shratt studied his image in the silver-framed mirror. His mustache was neatly clipped, his face clean shaven and well talcumed. His captain's uniform—light blue—was pressed and looked as if it had just been bought. He was fastidious in everything he did.
He looked away from the mirror as the valet approached.
Mr. Barnes is ready to see you, sir, the valet said.
Good.
Captain Shratt was ushered into a study where Jules Barnes was waiting.
Won't you be seated? Barnes invited.
The captain sat, laid his cap on his knee.
A drink?
No, thank you.
Mind if I have one?
Of course not.