Carve. (Rising, perturbed.) Yes.
Looe. This is your room?
Carve. Yes.
Looe. I'm afraid there's some mistake. I was given to understand that you were the—er—valet of the late Mr. Ilam Carve.
Honoria. Yes. Mr. Cyrus Carve told us——
Janet. (Coming to Carve's rescue as he remains speechless, very calmly.) Now there's another trick of Mr. Cyrus Carve's! Valet indeed! Mr. Shawn was Mr. Carve's secretary—and almost companion.
Looe. Ten thousand apologies. Ten thousand apologies. I felt sure——
Carve. Please sit down. (With special gallantry towards Honoria.)
Janet. And will you sit down too, Mr. Shawn? (To the Looes.) He's not at all well. That's why he's wearing his dressing-gown.
Carve. (Introducing.) My friend, Mrs. Janet Cannot.