Carve. (Looking up absently and only half rising, perfunctorily and quickly) Good-morning. Good-morning. (Sits down.)
Janet. (To James Shawn, who is hovering near door L, uncertain of his way out.) This way, this time!
(Exeunt the Shawns followed by Janet.)
(Carve rises and draws curtains of window apart)
(Re-enter Janet.)
Janet. (Cheerfully) Oh, it's quite light! (Turns out gas.)
[125]Carve. (Gazing at her.) Incomparable woman!
Janet. So it's true after all!
Carve. What?
Janet. All that rigmarole about you being Ilam Carve?