Dor. Hulloa, little woman! Still there?
Lucy. Yes, I'm still here.
Dor. By George, sir, (crosses and sits on chair facing the others) weren't we all chatting over something?
Pil. I—er—think I was urging you both—to—er——
Lucy. You were urging us to name the day—and to avoid any kind of trivial interruption. (the men look at each other)
Pil. I—believe that is so.
Lucy. And Jack agreed.
Dor. Yes.
Lucy. And I chimed in with the general sentiment. But of course—at the time—it was impossible to foresee the parsley, (the two men exchange glances—she rises) I'm going down to the village. I punctured a tire yesterday, and I've got to fetch my bike.
Pil. I must get to work. I'm late as it is. (crosses C. looking at watch)