Mrs. Dermott. Thank you so much, darling. Do you know, Mrs. Crombie, I started this at the beginning of the War and I haven't finished it yet? I do hope you are not being terribly dull here, Mrs. Crombie. (Drops ball of wool.) I'm afraid we're awfully bad at entertaining.
Mrs. Crombie. Not at all. You are one of those excellent hostesses who allow their guests to do as they like, it's so much more comfortable.
Faith (rising). I think I'll go and talk to Bobbie in the garden.
(Goes between Chesterfield and armchair.)
Mrs. Dermott. Do dear, I'm sure he'd love it. (Kisses her. Faith giggles.)
(Exit Faith.)
(During following scene Mrs. Dermott gets into complications with knitting. Evangeline settles herself L. with illustrated paper.)
Mrs. Dermott. Your daughter is a dear girl, Mrs. Crombie—we are all so fond of her.
Mrs. Crombie. It's charming of you—she simply loves being down here. Of course it is so good for her to get away from London for a little while.
Mrs. Dermott. I only wish we could have put you up as well, but really with all the children at home, there's no room at all. I was only saying to Tibbets—my solicitor, you know—that the one thing——
Mrs. Crombie. I understand perfectly. Anyhow, I can never leave my husband for long—men are so selfish, aren't they?