Cyrus. (Looking at his watch.) I'll go in and see him about the certificate. Now you haven't begun to put your things together, and you've only got a bit over half an hour. In less than that time I shall be back. I shall want to look through your luggage before you leave.
Carve. (Lightly.) Shall you?
Cyrus. By the way, you have a latchkey? (Carve nods.) Give it me, please.
(Carve surrenders latchkey.)
(Cyrus turns to go—As he is disappearing through the door, L., Carve starts forward.)
Carve. I say.
Cyrus. What now?
Carve. (Subsiding weakly.) Nothing.
(Exit Cyrus. Sound of front door opening and of voices in hall.)
(Then re-enter Cyrus with Janet Cannot.)