Miss Woodward.
[With a touch of indignant surprise.] Here? . . . Oh, I beg your pardon!
Parbury.
Not at all! I said here! [Throws down magazine, goes up to fireplace, C. Miss Woodward permits a slight groan to escape her.] Eh?
Miss Woodward.
Nothing, I didn’t speak!
[Sits and bends over desk.
[Parbury looks at her suddenly and keenly as though he had never noticed her before. Slight pause. She arranges papers at desk. He is leaning against the mantelpiece.
Parbury.