MONTY
I say, I as nearly as possible called you Janet right out before Bertha.
JANET
So I saw. You did call me Miss De Mullin, by the way,—which wasn’t very clever of you.
MONTY
Did I? What an ass I am! But I don’t suppose she noticed.
JANET
I dare say not. (A shrill cry comes from the wood on the right. Then silence. Janet starts up.) What was that?
MONTY
I don’t know.