MRS. H. [Looking at her steadily] I don't quite know why you spoke to me.
CHLOE. [With a sort of pathetic sullenness] I only thought perhaps you'd like to treat me as a human being.
MRS. H. Really, if you don't mind, I should like to be left alone just now.
CHLOE. [Unhappily acquiescent] Certainly! I'll go to the other end.
[She moves to the Left, mounts the steps and sits down.] [ROLF, looking in through the door, and seeing where she is, joins her. MRS. HILLCRIST resettles herself a little further in on the Right.]
ROLF. [Bending over to CHLOE, after a glance at MRS. HILLCRIST.] Are you all right?
CHLOE. It's awfully hot.
[She fans herself wide the particulars of sale.]
ROLF. There's Dawker. I hate that chap!
CHLOE. Where?