Janet. Very well then. We'll have another breakfast at Victoria.
Carve. And the cab?
Janet. There isn't going to be any cab—nor luggage—rousing the whole street! (Carve goes to window.) For goodness' sake don't draw those curtains—with the gas flaring up!
Carve. Why not?
Janet. (Conspiratorial.) Supposing there's some journalist on the watch outside!
Carve. I wanted to look at the weather.
Janet. Well, go to the front door, and mind you open it quietly.
(Exit Carve, R.)
(Janet pours water on tea.)
(Exit, L.)