Janet. I wonder she doesn’t come.
Sigsby. What are the latest figures? Do you know?
(Phoebe enters.)
Janet. I forget the numbers. Mrs. Chilvers is forty ahead.
Phoebe. Forty ahead! (To Janet.) Did you order the band?
Lamb. (To Sigsby.) The Dock division was against him to a man; that Shipping Bill has upset them.
Janet. No. I didn’t think we should want the band.
Phoebe. Not want it! My dear girl—
Janet. Perhaps Lady Mogton has ordered it, I’ll ask her.
(She goes out.)