Thank you—Well, what is the matter?—Be careful. Put the glass back on the tray. (He leans back, and stretches himself) How late is it?
Maid
Five o’clock, Sir.
Young Man
Ah, five o’clock.—That’s fine.—
Maid
(Goes. At the door she turns around. The Young Man has followed her with his eyes; she notices it, and smiles)
Young Man
(Remains stretched out awhile; then, suddenly, he gets up. He walks to the door, back again, and lies down on the couch. He again tries to read. After a few moments, he rings once more.)
Maid