CHALMERS. Telegram, madam.
PAMELA. Thank you. (Opens and reads—gives vent to a sigh of satisfaction.) Hah! (She thinks.)
(Exit CHALMERS L. Telegraph boy’s knock and ring again off L. CHALMERS enters with second telegram.)
What’s that?
CHALMERS (still holding salver). Another one, madam.
PAMELA. Oh! (Reads again.) Yes—all right.
(CHALMERS is going.)
Oh—a—Chalmers—I’m expecting three more——
CHALMERS. Telegrams, madam?