Miss Fairfield. Sydney, I believe that telephone’s going off!
Sydney. Yes, I’m sure it’s someone trying to get on. They’ve rung up once already.
Miss Fairfield. Sydney, I won’t be left to deal with it. [The telephone rings deafeningly.] There, I told you so.
Sydney. Well, it’s not my fault! [She takes off the receiver] Hullo! Hullo!... Yes.... Yes.... Yes.... [To her aunt] It’s a trunk call.
Miss Fairfield. Who on earth—?
Sydney. Yes.... Hullo!... Yes.... Mrs. Fairfield’s out. Shall I take a message?... This is Miss Fairfield speaking.... All right, I’ll hold on.... [To her aunt] Auntie, it’s from Bedford. It’s about Father. [Into the telephone] Yes.... This is Miss Fairfield speaking.... What?... Good Lord!
Miss Fairfield. Sydney, don’t say “Good Lord”!
Sydney. But you should have let Mrs. Fairfield know!... Only this morning? Oh, I see.... No, we’ve heard nothing. When did you find out?... What makes you—? I see.... No, he’s not here.... Of course we’d let you know.... Then you’ll let us know at once if anything ... yes.... Miss Fairfield. Mrs. Fairfield is going away very soon.... Thank you.... Good-bye.
Sydney hangs up the receiver and turns round.
Miss Fairfield. Well?