Miss Carston on the sofa, in the library at Bestways, suffering from sciatica. Mr. Maitland in an armchair. He has come from Scotland anxious to discuss with her a matter of vital importance.
Miss Carston. Diana? Oh, yes, she said to me yesterday—Oh, Mr. Maitland, open the door, please. It’s Marky!
(Mr. Maitland opens the door, Marky walks in very slowly.)
Miss Carston. Well, Marky man, coming to his mother, is he? There’s a darling—did his ear hurt—not scratch-scratch—beauts-beauts; not scratch-scratch. When mother’s up, she brushes the darling!
Marcus. (Scratch, scratch, thump, thump.)
Mr. Maitland. Yes, what did Diana say?
Miss Carston. Oh, Mr. Maitland, please open the door, there’s Peggy—she’s such a wild woman.
(Uncle Marcus opens the door. Peggy rushes in like a whirlwind.)
Miss Carston. Mind mother’s leg—oh, Peggy!
(Peggy jumps up, kneads Elsie’s leg, walks up and down it.)