[Brigid and Archie go out by the door on the left. Bertha stands up and, drawing aside the curtains still more, stands in the embrasure of the window looking out. The hall door is heard opening: then a slight noise of voices and cans is heard. The door is closed. After a moment or two Bertha is seen waving her hand gaily in a salute. Brigid enters and stands behind her, looking over her shoulder.]
BRIGID.
Look at the sit of him! As serious as you like.
BERTHA.
[Suddenly withdrawing from her post.] Stand out of the window. I don’t want to be seen.
BRIGID.
Why, ma’am, what is it?
BERTHA.
[Crossing towards the folding doors.] Say I’m not up, that I’m not well. I can’t see anyone.
BRIGID.
[Follows her.] Who is it, ma’am?
BERTHA.
[Halting.] Wait a moment.
[She listens. A knock is heard at the hall door.]
BERTHA.
[Stands a moment in doubt, then.] No, say I’m in.
BRIGID.
[In doubt.] Here?