Annys. Last night? In the neighbourhood of Leicester Square till three o’clock. Oh, Geoff, there’s such a lot wants altering!
(She turns to greet the others.)
Geoffrey. Your ruining your health won’t do it. You’re looking fagged to death.
Annys. (She shakes hands with Sigsby.) How are you? (To Lamb.) I’m so glad you’re helping him. (She turns again to Geoffrey.) Pure imagination, dearest. I never felt better in my life.
Geoffrey. Umph! Look at all those lines underneath your eyes. (He shakes hands with Elizabeth.) How do you do? (To Phoebe.) How are you?
Annys. (She comes back to him—makes to smooth the lines from his forehead.) Look at all those, there. We’ll run away together for a holiday, when it’s all over. What are you doing this evening?
Sigsby. You promised to speak at a Smoker to-night; the Bow and Bromley Buffaloes.
Annys. Oh, bother the Buffaloes. Take me out to dinner. I am free after seven.
(Mrs. Chinn has entered—is arranging the table for tea. Annys goes to her.)
How are you, Mrs. Chinn?