[She lets them lie in her lap.]
DAVID. Maggie, would you like a silk?
MAGGIE. What could I do with a silk? [With a gust of passion] You might as well dress up a little brown hen.
[They wriggle miserably.]
JAMES [stamping]. Bring him here to me.
MAGGIE. Bring whom, James?
JAMES. David, I would be obliged if you wouldn’t kick me beneath the table.
MAGGIE [rising]. Let’s be practical; let’s go to our beds.
[This reminds them that they have a job on hand in which she is not to share.]
DAVID [slily]. I don’t feel very sleepy yet.