[Exit.]
DR. MASTERSON. [Sighs.] Oh, dear! And I was waiting for Henry to play billiards with!
MRS. MASTERSON. You might get Anna to play billiards with you. No doubt she's an expert.
[Exit right.]
[DR. MASTERSON sighs, shakes his head, and resumes reading.]
OCEANA. [Enters, radiant, clad in an ermine cloak.] Well, Uncle Quincy!
DR. MASTERSON. Oceana! Bless me! How gorgeous!
OCEANA. [Takes it off and throws it on the chair.] It's really too warm for walking.
DR. MASTERSON. I should have thought, coming from a tropical climate. ..
OCEANA. Ah, but my blood circulates, you see. [Sits opposite him.] Uncle Quincy, I want to have a talk with you.