[He opens the doors gently and goes in. There is a momentary sound of earnest, gather angry talk.]
WILDER. I don't agree with you.
WANKLIN. We've had this over a dozen times.
EDGAR. [Impatiently.] Well, what's the proposition?
SCANTLEBURY. Yes, what does your father say? Tea? Not for me, not for me!
WANKLIN. What I understand the Chairman to say is this——
[FROST re-enters closing the door behind him.]
ENID. [Moving from the door.] Won't they have any tea, Frost?
[She goes to the little table, and remains motionless, looking at the baby's frock.] [A parlourmaid enters from the hall.]
PARLOURMAID. A Miss Thomas, M'm