CHARLEY. [irritably.] I’m not grieving over him, if that’s what you mean.
MAGGIE. As if I did! and as if you’d confess if you were. Are you sick of everything?
CHARLEY. Sick! I’d cut the whole beastly show tomorrow if— [He stops suddenly.]
LILY’S voice can be heard distinctly from the front room.
LILY. Well, we’ll ask Mr. Tennant to sing first.
SYBIL. Oh, I can’t sing, really—
CHARLEY. Why doesn’t the girl sing when she’s asked?
MAGGIE. She says she has a cold. [She laughs a little.]
CHARLEY. Rot! Affectation, I call it.