Yes, pins. Look alive!
Michael.
(Going.) I’ll be back in a moment.
Clare.
No, stay here. Your tie-pin will do for one. I’ve a safety-pin here (fiddling at her waist), and another somewhere in my collar.... Bring a cushion here.
Michael.
A cushion?...
Clare.
(Still searching for her pins.) Yes—a cushion. (In a dazed way he fetches one from Lady Patricia’s chair.) Put it down.
Michael.