[Irritably.] Aren’t they?
Wynne.
[To Dorothy.] Are you interested in gardening?
Dorothy.
[Hardly able to control her impatience.] No, I hate it.... At last!
[The door is opened and Miss Marsh comes in. Wynne gets up.]
Wynne.
How d’you do, Miss Marsh?
Norah.
How d’you do?