LUCILLE. Saturday's a bad day. Why don't you come back on Monday?
BISHOP. I must see him today. If I can't see him here I shall try to see him at his home.
LUCILLE. [Quickly.] Then you had better wait.
BISHOP. Very well. [He goes out, sits down, LUCILLE begins to type; the telephone rings. Before answering, she closes door, shutting out the BISHOP.]
LUCILLE. Hello? Yes, Mrs. Prescott. Not yet, but he took the eleven-thirty train out of Washington and should be here any moment. [Listens.] At the Colony? I'll tell him the minute he comes in. [Hangs up.]
[In a moment the door opens, PRESCOTT stands in the doorway, with his back turned, speaking to the BISHOP.]
PRESCOTT. I'll be with you in a minute, James. [Enters and shuts the door.]
LUCILLE. Oh, Mr. Prescott! You had a good trip, I hope?
PRESCOTT. No. It wasn't very good.
LUCILLE. Oh, I'm sorry! And it spoiled your weekend, too.