(Sound of distant orchestral.) Music?
CARVE. (Nodding and sitting down in easy chair.) Well, and what's the
news from outside? I haven't stirred since yesterday noon.
JANET. Seems to me there's no news except your Mr. Carve's death.
CARVE. Really! Is it so much talked about as all that?
JANET. It's on all the posters--very big. All along Piccadilly and
Trafalgar Square and the Strand the newspaper boys, and the newspaper
old men too, are wearing it like aprons, as it were. I read the
Telegraph myself. There was nearly a page of it in the Telegraph.
CARVE. (Staggered.) Nearly a page of it in the Telegraph!
JANET. Yes, besides a leading article. Haven't you----
CARVE. I never read obituaries of artists in the papers.
JANET. Neither do I. But I should have thought you would.
CARVE. Well, they make me angry. Obituaries of archbishops aren't so
bad. Newspapers seem to understand archbishops. But when they begin
about artists--you cannot imagine the astounding nonsense they talk.
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