Sigsby. Hadn’t you better “Wait and see”? It isn’t over yet.
Phoebe. We may as well have it! It can play the Dead March in “Saul” if you win. (She laughs.)
Sigsby. (Grunts. To Lamb.) Are you coming?
(He goes out.)
Lamb. Yes. (To St. Herbert.) Are you coming?
St. Herbert. Hardly worth while; nearly over, isn’t it?
Lamb. It generally takes an hour and a half. (He looks at his watch.) Another forty minutes. Perhaps less.
(He goes out.)
Phoebe. I do love to make him ratty. Wish it wasn’t poor old Geoff we were fighting.
St. Herbert. When I marry, it will be the womanly woman.