ADAM CHERRY.
Certainly, my dear boy. Stop here as long as ever you like and make yourself comfortable. I'll be back in a few minutes. (He goes out.)
TED MORRIS.
(He strolls to window, whistling, and looks out.) It's a damned world.
(Primrose coughs.)
TED MORRIS.
(Startled, he looks round and sees Primrose.) I—I beg your pardon, Miss Deane. I had no idea you were here.
PRIMROSE DEANE.
Is that the way you usually talk when I'm not here?