[61]The fellow's a fool. Poseur indeed!
Janet. Look at this. "Europe in mourning."
Carve. Well—well.
Janet. What is that music?
Carve. London's grief. It's the luncheon orchestra downstairs.
(Telephone bell rings.)
Carve. Never mind it. Let 'em ring. I understand now why journalists and so on have been trying all day to see me. Honestly I'm—I'm staggered.
(Telephone bell continues to ring.)
Janet. It's a funny notion of comfort having a telephone in every room. How long will it keep on like that?
Carve. I'll stop it. (Rising.)