(Carve goes to door, L., and opens it. Janet is standing behind it.)
(Enter Janet.)
Carve. You've been listening?
Janet. (Counting her banknotes.) Well, naturally! (Putting notes in her purse.)
Carve. Here's a perfect Hades of a mess.
Janet. And it all comes of this painting. Art as it's called. (She finds her apron and puts it on.)
Carve. (With an air of discovery.) Your faculty for keeping calm really is most singular.
Janet. Somebody has to keep calm.
(Voice off: "Butcher.")
Carve. Anybody would say you didn't care a cent whether I'm Ilam Carve or whether I'm somebody else.