John.
Yes. [After a pause.] Come in.
He draws back to allow her to pass him. After a short delay she enters, and, without looking at him, comes right into the room. He closes the window, but remains at that end of the room. Olive Allingham is a fashionably and richly dressed woman of a little over thirty years of age—pale, worn red-eyed, but still handsome. In manner she is alternately beseeching and gentle, angry and imperious. The twilight now gradually deepens into dusk.
Olive.
You have some men here?
John.
Shafto and Peter Elphick. I asked them to clear out for a moment.
Olive.
What will they think?
John.