[Horace and Sylvia sit on the divan on left. The Chief Slave turns to Professor and repeats the gestures.
Professor Futvoye.
[Puzzled and irritable.] What does he want me to do now?
Mrs. Futvoye.
[Soothingly.] Why, to sit down, of course, and take your coffee comfortably.
Professor Futvoye.
[Appeased.] Oh, is that it? [Going to divan on right.] I sha'n't be sorry to rest my back against something. [Sitting.] You'd better sit down yourself, Sophia.
Mrs. Futvoye.
[Placidly.] I was going to, Anthony.
[She sits on the Professor's left.