EDGAR. Certainly, certainly.
[MRS. TIMBRELL enters. She wears the kind of afternoon gown that some ladies of the middle class wear in the evenings when they have not company. TIMBRELL scrutinises each lady as she enters with more or less approval.]
TIMBRELL. [Surveying his wife.] Yes, yes. By-the-bye, Edgar, you will take Mrs. Leonard in. I must take in Mrs. Pendleton of course. Pendleton, your Mother. Let’s see?
MRS. TIMBRELL. Oughtn’t you to take in Mary?
TIMBRELL. What’s that?
[ADA and SHEILA enter. They are not in evening dress but in a kind of compromise with which they are not content.]
ADA. [To her father.] I hope this will satisfy you.
TIMBRELL. [Surveying them.] Quite right. Very good. [To his wife.] What were you saying?
MRS. TIMBRELL. I thought that perhaps you ought to take Mary in.