All right.
[Quaife withdraws. John and Olive now speak in whispers.
Olive.
I don’t wish this.
John.
They offered to go; they’d rather go.
Olive.
Have they heard much?
John.
Er—next to nothing; a syllable or two when we were sitting there. That’s why Peter struck up a tune. [Laughing a little wildly.] Ha, ha, ha!