Janet. Really! Not what you'd call 'homely,' is it? Rather like being on the stage.
(Enter Lord Leonard Alcar, leading Carve on his right and Cyrus on his left. Servant closes door from without.)
Alcar. Now we're all safely here, and I fancy there will be enough easy-chairs to go round. Mr. Texel, you already know Mr. Cyrus Carve, and you will be pleased to meet the talented artist who painted the pictures which you have been buying from Mr. Ebag. He has most kindly consented to be called Mr. X for the moment. This is Mrs. X, Mr. Texel.
(They bow—Cyrus shakes hands with Texel.)
Ebag. (To Cyrus.) How d'you do?
Cyrus. How d'you do?
Carve. How d'you do?
Alcar. (Observing that these three are already acquainted.) Good! Excellent! Now, Mrs.—er—X, will you have this chair near the fire? (Fixes chair for her.)
Texel. (Indicating Janet, aside to Ebag.) Good looking?
Ebag. (Aside to Texel.) Very agreeable little thing!