beatrice. [with a shake of her head.] Honor . . I've a good mind to make you sew on these buttons for me.
In comes the Major, strepitant. He takes, so to speak, just time enough to train himself on beatrice and then fires.
booth. Beatrice, what on earth is this Emily has been telling me?
beatrice. [with elaborate calm.] Emily, what have you been telling Booth?
booth. Please . . please do not prevaricate. Where is Hugh?
mrs. voysey. [looking over her spectacles.] What did you say, Booth?
booth. I want Hugh, Mother.
mrs. voysey. I thought you were playing billiards together.
edward strolls back from despatching mr. booth, his face thoughtful.
booth. [insistently.] Edward, where is Hugh?