[He looks at Jenny, expecting her to say something
in forgiveness or in apology. But
she, shrugging her shoulders, looks down
sullenly at her work, without a word, and
begins again to sew. Then Basil, tightening
his lips, picks up writing materials and
goes towards the door.
Jenny.
[Looking up quickly.] Where are you going?
Basil.
[Stopping.] I have some letters to write.
Jenny.
Can't you write them here?
Basil.
Certainly—if it pleases you.
Jenny.