That’s just it. I don’t in the least know. They’ll all be here in half an hour, and I haven’t the shadow of a scheme. I lie awake all night racking my brains, and I can’t think of anything.
Aunt Eliza.
Why did you ask them to come here?
Mrs. Dot.
I thought I might hit upon something if they were under my eyes. Gerald had promised to spend Whitsun with me and, so that he shouldn’t put me off, I asked the Sellengers, too. Lady Sellenger was only too glad to get a week’s board and lodging for nothing. [The sound is heard of a motor stopping.] There’s Jimmie Blenkinsop. I told you he was going to motor down in time for luncheon, didn’t I? [Blenkinsop comes in with Freddie. Freddie has on a gay tweed suit.] Jimmie!
Blenkinsop.
How d’you do?
[He shakes hands with Mrs. Dot and Aunt Eliza.
Mrs. Dot.
Now we’ll have luncheon. You must be starving with hunger.