Evangeline. But if you desire to continue your noises, may I suggest that you do your music in the summer house. There's a nice firm table there.
Joyce. No thanks, I'm quite comfy here.
Evangeline. Well, I'm sorry to hear it.
(Enter Mrs. Dermott from hall. Goes to table and tidies papers.)
Mrs. Dermott. Vangy dear, I do think you might have made the hall look a little tidier. We shall have Mrs. Crombie and Faith here soon. It really is tiresome of Bobbie to have made me ask them, specially as Uncle Daniel's coming too. They'll be terribly in the way and we shall have to make conversation instead of listening to Uncle Daniel's thrilling stories. (Goes to Chesterfield and tidies papers.)
Evangeline. I can't think why you didn't wire and put them off yesterday.
Mrs. Dermott. Because Bobbie would have been miserable and sulky.
Evangeline. He's very inconsiderate. I don't think you ought to give in to him so much, mother; it only makes him worse. What he can see in that tiresome little cat beats me.
Joyce. She's awfully pretty.
(Mrs. Dermott merely takes papers from one place to another, frequently
dropping some, as she is "tidying up.")