Phil. (L.) That’s Miss Derwent.
Nor. And who is Miss Derwent?
Bea. (R.C.) Only a companion. (coldly)
Phil. You’ll be delighted with her, when you know her, as of course you will, if you stay with us for a week or two.
Nor. I’ll stop for a month. (sits on sofa)
Sir P. (watch) Well, my ten minutes are up. (crosses to C.) Before I go I’d like to see you alone. (to Philip)
Phil. (turns up L. behind sofa) Come to my room. (to Normantower, over back of sofa) We shan’t be very long. Meanwhile, I leave you in good company. (goes to foot of stairs L., followed by Sir Peter)
Bea. (goes up C. to Sir Peter) Good-bye, Sir Peter—if I don’t see you again.
Sir P. You will see me again. I’ll stay to lunch after all. (follows Philip)
Phil. (going upstairs) That’s right, doctor. Give yourself a holiday for once. (exit L.)