Alice. We were arranging details. We will have all the titles of stories and poems printed in red. Don’t you think that that will be good?
Maud. Not red, blue I should say.
George. Well, in some color, red or blue.
Maud. Blue is the better.
Yvonne (rising). I must be going—is anyone coming my way?
George. We all must be going, I suppose. I must go to the station and meet Uncle Billy.
(Yvonne crosses the stage; the door at the back is opened suddenly and Jack, husband of Camele, is seen.)
Camele (starts up from the tea table and looks frightened, saying in a whisper to George). Hide my suit case.
Jack (in the door-way). Oh, I beg your pardon—is Vivian in?
Alice. Hello, Jack—come in. Vivian is out.