Bam. You can't do that, Verity. (Moves to table R.)
Ste. Can't I? I will, though.
Bam. You'll upset the whole thing.
Ste. I'll look after that.
(Maid announces Mr. Alcorn. Enter Alcorn; exit Maid r.)
Ste. Ah! Got the letter, Alcorn?
Alcorn. Yes. I don't understand it.
Ste. Just a moment. (Opens door l. and calls.) Smithson!
(Enter Smithson.)
Walter. I'd better go.