MRS. M. What an idea!
MASSEY. [roaring.] Tired! Tired of what? A good job? Why ever should he be? He couldn’t have anything better—Ten to half-past five every day of his life, except Saturdays, and then it’s one—and three weeks’ holiday. Think of that?
LILY. But, I—
Enter MAGGIE with hot water. The door-bell is heard.
MRS. M. Let them in, Lily, my dear—it’s Percy and Syb.
LILY goes out R.
Re-enter LILY a moment after, followed by PERCY and SYBIL.
SYBIL kisses MRS. MASSEY and MAGGIE.
SYBIL. Aren’t we dreadfully late, Mrs. Massey? I’m so sorry!
PERCY. Awfully sorry, but my watch is—