Janet. Well, if anybody had told me this time last week——(Into telephone.) Please ask them to come up.
Carve. Perhaps with your being here I shan't be quite so shy.
Janet. Shy! Are you shy? It said in the Telegraph that Mr. Carve was painfully shy.
Carve. (Protesting.) Painfully! Who told them that, I should like to know?
Janet. Now shyness is a thing I simply can't understand. I'm never shy. And you don't strike me as shy—far from it.
Carve. It's very curious. I haven't felt a bit shy with you.
Janet. Nobody ever is shy with me.... (Ironically.) I must say I'd give something to see you shy.
(Enter FATHER Looe and Honoria Looe, announced by Page.)
Looe. (Stopping near door, at a loss.) Pardon me—Mr. Shawn—Mr.
[63] Albert Shawn?