RONNY (who is about to throw a cushion). All right, Benham. You go on.
BENHAM (politely). After you, sir. (The cushion whizzes past his head at NORAH) Thank you, sir.
(He goes on to the morning-room. By the time that he returns the combatants have disappeared, leaving most of their ammunition behind them. As he crosses by the window, BROXOPP is seen approaching from the outside. BROXOPP is now the complete country gentleman, with fishing outfit. But he looks unhappy in his new clothes, and he is not the BROXOPP he was.)
BROXOPP. Ah, Benham.
BENHAM (taking his things). Any sport, sir?
BROXOPP. No.... That is to say, I didn’t have any. I can’t speak for the fish. They may have enjoyed it.
BENHAM. I’ve heard gentlemen say that it can be a very attractive recreation, even when (he looks into the obviously empty basket)—as in this case, sir.
BROXOPP. To a man who really enjoys fishing—as I am told I do—no doubt that is so.
BENHAM. Yes, you’re quite an enthusiast, sir.
BROXOPP. So they assure me, Benham. Golf is another pastime to which—I understand—I am devoted. (He looks in astonishment at the disordered hall, with its overturned chairs and scattered cushions) Has anything been happening?