Evangeline. Well, I needn't tell you that he said the same to me.
Bobbie. What's his game?
Sylvia. Hadn't we better ask him?
Oliver. Yes, where is he?
Evangeline. Upstairs writing letters, washing and being ill.
Sylvia. Run up and fetch him, Bobbie.
Bobbie. All right.
(Exit upstairs two at a time.)
Oliver. I'd love to know what he's up to.
Joyce. You will in a minute.