TIMBRELL. [Breaking impatiently away.] My dear, isn’t dinner ready?
LEONARD. Where’s the fatted calf?
MRS. TIMBRELL. Oh! dear! Ring the bell, somebody. [Somebody rings the bell.] Mrs. Pendleton, I’m very remiss but this is a family party, you know. Mary was telling me about the baby.
MRS. PENDLETON. You must let me come and see it, my dear. [To ADA.] Is it a boy or a girl?
ADA. It’s a—it’s a— [She looks at SHEILA.]
SHEILA. } { Boy.
} [Together.]
MRS. TIMBRELL. } { Girl.
LEONARD. It’s a very remarkable baby.
MRS. PENDLETON. [To MRS. TIMBRELL.] A boy. How very nice. And what have you called him?