Joe. Where is the key?
Lydia. I don't know where it is now. She has probably thrown it away. It would be just like her to do it. [Changing her manner suddenly and rising.] Joe, wouldn't you like a cup of tea?
Joe [earnestly]. No, I wouldn't. Sit down, Lydia.
[Lydia sits down again. Joe starts to speak, but stops to look about the room.]
Lydia. Joe, what are you looking for?
Joe [slowly and reluctantly]. I can't get over the feeling that I am expecting some one.
Lydia. Who is it?
Joe [evasively]. I don't know. Some one I never saw before.
Lydia [laughing]. An unknown visitor knocks before he comes in the door.
Joe. I'm not sure that this one will.