ROLF. If there's a real chance——
CHLOE. [Going to the window and opening it] This way, Rolf. If you don't come back I shall know he's coming. Put your watch by mine. [Looking at his watch] It's a minute fast, see!
ROLF. Look here, Chloe
CHLOE. Don't wait; go on.
[She almost pushes him out through the window, closes it after him, draws the curtains again, stands a minute, thinking hard; goes to the bell and rings it; then, crossing to the writing table, Right Back, she takes out a chemist's prescription.]
[ANNA comes in.]
CHLOE. I don't want that champagne. Take this to the chemist and get him to make up some of these cachets quick, and bring them back yourself.
ANNA. Yes, ma'am; but you have some.
CHLOE. They're too old; I've taken two—the strength's out of them.
Quick, please; I can't stand this head.
ANNA. [Taking the prescription—with her smile] Yes, ma'am. It'll take some time—you don't want me?