LAURA. I'm tired, Elfie, and blue—terribly blue.
ELFIE. [Rises; crosses to LAURA.] Well now, you just brace up and cut out all that emotional stuff. I came down to take you for a drive. You'd like it; just through the park. Will you go?
LAURA. [Going up stage.] Not this morning, dear; I'm expecting somebody.
ELFIE. A man?
LAURA. [Finding it almost impossible to suppress a smile.] No, a gentleman.
ELFIE. Same thing. Do I know him?
LAURA. You've heard of him. [At desk, looking at clock.
ELFIE. Well, don't be so mysterious. Who is he?
LAURA. What is your time, Elfie?
ELFIE. [Looks at her watch.] Five minutes past eleven.