Elizabeth. (Makes a moue.) They insist on my being agreeable.
Annys. It’s so good for her. Teaches her self-control.
Lamb. I gather from Mrs. Spender, that in the perfect world there will be no men at all.
Elizabeth. Oh, yes, they will be there. But in their proper place.
St. Herbert. That’s why you didn’t notice them.
(The Deputation reaches the door. The sound of voices is heard.)
Phoebe. She’s getting on very well. If she isn’t careful, she’ll end up by being a flirt.
(The Deputation enters, guided by Sigsby. Its number is five, two men and three women. Eventually they group themselves—some standing, some sitting—each side of Geoffrey. The others gather round Annys, who keeps her seat at the opposite side of the table.)
Sigsby. (Talking as he enters.) Exactly what I’ve always maintained.
Hopper. It would make the husband quite an interesting person.