) "Sad death of a great
genius."
JANET. (Handing him still another paper.) And this.
CARVE. "London's grief." "The news will come as a personal blow to every
lover of great painting." But--but--I'd no notion of this. (Half to
himself.) It's terrible.
JANET. Well, perhaps always living with him you wouldn't realize how
important he was, would you? (Distant music begins again, a waltz
tune.)
CARVE. (Reading.) "Although possibly something of a poseur in his
choice of subjects...." The fellow's a fool. Poseur indeed!
JANET. Look at this. "Europe in mourning."
CARVE. Well--well.
JANET. What is that music?
CARVE. London's grief. It's the luncheon orchestra downstairs.
(Telephone bell rings.)
CARVE. Never mind it. Let 'em ring. I understand now why journalists and
so on have been trying all day to see me. Honestly I'm--I'm staggered.
(Telephone bell continues to ring.)
JANET. It's a funny notion of comfort having a telephone in every room.
How long will it keep on like that?
CARVE.
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