Professor Futvoye.
[Placing his hat and stick on a small shelf on the left of fireplace, and standing by table.] I'm aware of that, ma'am. We happen to be the company Mr. Ventimore is expecting. Don't let us keep you from your cooking.
Mrs. Rapkin.
[With another burst of confidence.] Well, sir, to tell you the truth, I 'ave a good deal on my 'ands just now.
[She goes out by door at back.
Sylvia.
[After moving about and inspecting the pictures.] I rather like Horace's rooms.
Professor Futvoye.
[Irritably.] I wish he'd manage to be in 'em! I fully expected he'd be back by this time. Most annoying!