CHALMERS. A lady to see you, sir. (She smiles.)
JOHN. To see me! What are you laughing at?
CHALMERS (pulls herself together). Miss Scott, I think she said.
JOHN. Good Lord! Oh—I’m busy—dressing for breakfast—not at home. (Crossing to door R.)
(CHALMERS is going.)
Wait! I’d better see her. (Opens door with right hand—holding it open.) Show her in here.
CHALMERS (in doubt). In there, sir? (Pointing to door R.)
JOHN (pointing back into room with left hand). No. Here! Here! (Exit down R.)
(Exit CHALMERS door L.)