The Thirteenth Chair: A Play in Three Acts

by Bayard Veiller

(Enter BUTLER from down L.)

BUTLER. Mrs. Crosby, the person you sent the car for has arrived.

(All turn eagerly toward him.)

WALES (rises and moves down L.C.). Can we see her now, Mrs. Crosby?

MRS. CROSBY. Certainly—Pollock, ask Madame la Grange if she will come in, please.

BUTLER. Yes, madame.

(He exits and closes the door after him.)

MISS EASTWOOD (coming down between the large table and the chesterfield). I'm perfectly thrilled. Do you suppose she expects to be taken seriously?

MISS ERSKINE. Of course.

MISS EASTWOOD (at table R.). How funny! If you don't laugh at her, we can have no end of fun. I'll guy her terribly and she'll never know it.