MRS. TIMBRELL. She said that was her name.
TIMBRELL. I told you, my dear, that it was quite unsuitable.
MRS. TIMBRELL. She seemed to like the name.
TIMBRELL. I suggested Jane.
LEONARD. Ah! you may interfere about coals but not in things that matter like this. Of course Beryl is abominable but when you know that Mother let the poor girl stick to it—why! then it’s charming.
EDGAR. Well, we’ve a little time to put in, it seems. Mrs. Pendleton, you haven’t seen the album that Sheila and I made up when we were honeymooning. We took a lot and bought some. [He gets out album and shows photographs. SHEILA and ADA hover about.]
TIMBRELL. [Looking at his watch.] Very annoying.
PENDLETON. Don’t you bother.
TIMBRELL. [With an effort at geniality.] Well, Mary, my girl. It’s a shame to keep you waiting.
MARY. It doesn’t matter a bit, sir.