Colonel.
Not beyond the cigarette, I fancy.
[He strolls to the glass door, lights his cigar, and steps out. For a few moments he is still seen, then he wanders away.
Gunning.
Nice old chap, your father-in-law.
Parbury.
Isn’t he? I’m quite fond of him. [Pause. They smoke in silence, Parbury standing at mantelpiece.] What are you thinking of?
Gunning.
I’m not thinking. I’m digesting. I had an excellent dinner.
Enter Evans with coffee, &c. Gunning takes coffee.