John, the youngest, and the smallest, looks around the room carefully.
John—A nice room, eh? [He tries to whisper, but it comes forth buzzing and harsh.]
James—A woman’s room.
Henry—How?
James—A narrow room, John.
John—Well?
James—Cats and narrow walls.
Henry—[Grunting.] Ugh.
John—Hush—I hear her coming! [The curtains part and Kate Morley enters. She is a woman of about forty. Handsome. Dark. She is beautifully dressed—in a rather seductive fashion. She has a very interesting head; she has an air of one used to adulation and the pleasure of exerting her will. She has a trick of narrowing her eyes. As she comes forward there is a general commotion among the brothers, but none manages to stand up.]
Kate—Good day, gentlemen.