Elizabeth. [As though returning from a distant world.] Who?
Arnold. [Impatiently.] My dear! My mother, of course. The car is just coming up the drive.
Teddie. Would you like me to clear out?
Arnold. No, no! For goodness’ sake stay.
Elizabeth. We’d better go and meet them, Arnold.
Arnold. No, no; I think they’d much better be shown in. I feel simply sick with nervousness.
[Anna comes in from the garden.
Anna. Your guests have arrived.
Elizabeth. Yes, I know.
Arnold. I’ve given orders that luncheon should be served at once.