Bam. (resignedly). Yes, I suppose it's settled.
Ste. That's all right, then.
(Maid announces Mr. Smithson. Enter Smithson, Maid exit.)
Ah, good evening, Smithson. (Rises.)
Smiths. Good evening, Verity. (Shakes hands.) Evening, Bamford.
Bam. Good evening.
Ste. (to Smithson). Seen anything of Alcorn? Smiths. Yes. He's gone round to the Post Office on his way here to see if a letter's been forwarded from the London office.
Ste. Well, sit you down.
(They sit at table. Stephen head, Smithson r. and Bamford l.)
I've a bit of news for you gentlemen.