Faith. Look here, this isn't a bit fair of you. Bobbie will never forgive me....
Joyce. I can't help Bobbie's troubles—you should have thought of that before.
(Enter Sylvia and Oliver from garden.)
Oliver. What's up?
Joyce. The moment Bobbie comes, you shall know—yell for him, Oliver....
(Faith attempts to escape, Sylvia stops her.)
Oliver (goes to window and yells). Bobb-ie! Hurry up, we want you.
Bobbie (off). All right—coming....
(They wait in silence—Joyce still holds firmly on to Faith's arm. Enter Bobbie from garden—rather breathless. The positions are as follows:—Evangeline down R. Sylvia R.C. above Chesterfield. Bobbie a little above Sylvia slightly on her L. Faith C. Joyce onFaith's L. Oliver up L.)
Bobbie. What's the bother?