Jinny. No, only the first act. [He sits in the big arm-chair, Jinny on his knee.] I'm tired! [He kisses her. There is a pause. There is a knock on the door at Right.] Oh, hang it! [Knock repeated.] Don't answer it! We haven't half made up yet!
Austin. But we must answer it, dear.
Jinny. [As she rises unwillingly.] I don't see why—I should have let her knock till she went away.
Austin. Come in!
[Maggie enters with a letter.
Jinny. What is it, Maggie?
Maggie. A note from Miss Chester, m'm, and she's downstairs herself waiting for an answer.
Jinny. For me?
[Taking the letter.
Maggie. No, m'm; I think she said it was for Mr. Austin.