Geoffrey. Oh, only that!
Sigsby. Something of the sort.
(He goes out. Mrs. Chinn also by the other door.)
Geoffrey. (Rising.) Will you pour out?
Annys. (She has been thinking. She comes back to the present.) We shan’t be in your way?
Geoffrey. Oh, no. It will make it easier to get rid of them.
(Annys changes her chair. The others gather round. The service and drinking of tea proceeds in the usual course.)
(To Elizabeth.) You’ll take some tea?
Elizabeth. Thank you.
Geoffrey. You must be enjoying yourself just now.