THE SECOND ACT
The drawing-room at Taverner, the Parker-Jennings’ place in Cheshire. Large French windows lead out on to the garden. Mrs. Parker-Jennings, magnificently dressed, is standing in the middle of the room. Parker-Jennings comes in, rubbing his hands.
Parker-Jennings.
The band has come, my dear, and they’re ready to start playing the moment any one turns up.
Mrs. Parker-Jennings.
’Ave you told ’em about the Pomeranian anthem?
Parker-Jennings.
What do you think, my dear?
Mrs. Parker-Jennings.