Rand. [uneasily]. No, no, not yet, no, but it looks like rain.
Miss H. Why, the stars were all out beautifully a moment ago.
Rand. Yes—er—they—er—the stars? [With a noble effort] Ah, yes, yes, the stars were out, yes. But, er—they—er—they may go in again, you know. [Aside] What rot I am talking!
Hud. Well, it is not going to rain in here, anyway. Do take off your ulster and stay a minute.
Rand. Really, Steve, I'd like to, but that dress rehearsal, you know.
Hud. Oh, let the rehearsal wait. We are going in town in a moment, anyway.
Mrs. H. Don't leave us, Mr. Randolph.
Miss H. [at mantel-piece]. Steve, of whom is this a picture?
Hud. [turning]. Why, that is Jack himself in the last play.
Mrs. H. Oh, do let me see it. [Goes to fireplace. Hudson, Miss H., and Mrs. H. stand at mantel with backs to room.]