Vera.
[With forced gaiety.] No, no! There's nothing at all to see. You're perfectly normal, ridiculously normal: not worth looking at!
Adene.
[Coming down to the table for books.] As bad as the children—and the ninepins?
Enter Servant.
Vera.
Will you show Mr. Adene his room? [Suddenly showing anxiety, and then repressing it.] Oh, you mustn't take those books! Yes, keep them if you like.
Adene.
[Taking the books over and laughing.] Would it be any improvement if I cultivated a squint? [Exeunt Adene and Servant r.