St. Herbert. Would you care to look through McCaw v. Potts? (He has the papers in his hand.)
Geoffrey. I’ll ask you for it when I want it.
Phoebe. (At door.) You’ll be alone this evening?
Annys. Yes. Come in to dinner.
Phoebe. All right. Goodbye.
St. Herbert. Goodbye.
(Geoffrey and Annys answer them. They go out, closing the door. Geoffrey is by the fire. Annys comes to him.)
Annys. (She puts her arms round him.) You don’t mind?
Geoffrey. (He holds her at arms’ length—looking into her eyes and smiling.) I believe you are looking forward to it.
Annys. Do you know how long we have been married? Eight years. And do you know, sir, that all that time we have never had a difference? Don’t you think it will be good for you?