SYBIL. Yes.
JOHN. That might be. [Considerately] Away from both of you. Where could I go?
SYBIL [ever ready]. Where?
MAGGIE. I know.
[She has called up a number on the telephone before they have time to check her.]
JOHN [on his dignity]. Don’t be in such a hurry, Maggie.
MAGGIE. Is this Lamb’s Hotel? Put me on to the Comtesse de la Briere, please.
SYBIL [with a sinking]. What do you want with Auntie?
MAGGIE. Her cottage in the country would be the very place. She invited John and me.
JOHN. Yes, but—