Annys. (The natural reaction is asserting itself. She pulls herself together sufficiently to murmur her answer.) Good afternoon.
Mrs. Peekin. (The Deputation is moving away; she takes from her waist a small bunch of flowers, and, turning, places them in Annys’s hand.)
Annys. (She smiles, remains standing silent, the flowers in her hand.)
(“Good afternoons” are exchanged with some of the others. Finally:)
Peekin. Good afternoon, Mr. Chilvers.
Geoffrey. (Who has moved away.) Good afternoon.
(The Deputation joins Sigsby by the door. He leads them out.)
Elizabeth. (To Phoebe.) Are you going my way?
Phoebe. (She glances round at Annys.) Yes, I’ll come with you.
St. Herbert. I will put you into a bus, if you will let me. We don’t sport many cabs in East Poplar. (He is helping Elizabeth with her cloak.)