Janet. You say you hadn't a message?
Carve. Not precisely a message. But if you could call again——
Janet. When?
Carve. (Rather eagerly.) Any time. Any time. Soon.
Janet. Night after to-morrow?
Carve. Why not morning?
Janet. Perhaps morning is safer. Thank you. Very well, then. Day after to-morrow.... I suppose Mr. Shawn has a rare fine situation here?
Carve. (Shrugging his shoulders.) Nothing to complain of, if you ask me.
(Janet offers her hand quite simply. The double doors open, Carve looks alarmed.)
Janet. Thank you very much. I think I can open the front door myself.