Phoebe. What do you want her for?
Ginger. Only to tell her that I can’t find Chilvers.
Phoebe. Isn’t she here?
Ginger. Not unless she’s come while I’ve been out.
(Janet enters.)
Janet. Oh, Lady Mogton—
Phoebe. (Interrupting her.) Isn’t Annys here?
Janet. No. (To Ginger.) Haven’t you found her?
Ginger. (Shakes her head.) Been everywhere I could think of.
Phoebe. (To herself.) She couldn’t have gone home? Is there a telephone here?