(Enter Mrs. Dermott followed by Evangeline. Mrs. Dermott motions to Evangeline to pick up papers, who does so, placing them on table.)
Mrs. Dermott. Ah, there you are, Mrs. Crombie; you were bored with watching tennis too. Of course Oliver and Joyce's efforts cannot really be called tennis, but still it's an amusement for them. (Sits in armchair.) Have you seen my knitting anywhere, Vangy darling? I'm certain I left it here.
(Faith sits on form R.)
Evangeline. You had it in the drawing-room before lunch. I'll go and look.
(Exit Evangeline R.)
Mrs. Dermott. Thank you so much, dear. You know, Mrs. Crombie, I imagined that all authors became terribly superior after a little time, but Vangy hasn't a bit—it is such a relief to me.
Mrs. Crombie. I haven't read her book yet; I must really order it from Boots.
Mrs. Dermott. Oh, you belong to Boots too, I did for years—there's something so fascinating in having those little ivory marker things with one's name on them, but, of course, I had to give it up when the crash came.
(Re-enter Evangeline with knitting.)
Evangeline. Here you are, mother. (Crosses to below table.)