There's a train from Victoria at 8.30.
JANET. Very well then. We'll have another breakfast at Victoria.
CARVE. And the cab?
JANET. There isn't going to be any cab--nor luggage--rousing the whole
street! (CARVE goes to window.) For goodness' sake don't draw those
curtains--with the gas flaring up!
CARVE. Why not?
JANET. (Conspiratorial.) Supposing there's some journalist on the
watch outside!
CARVE. I wanted to look at the weather.
JANET. Well, go to the front door, and mind you open it quietly.
(Exit CARVE, R.)
(JANET pours water on tea.)
(Exit, L.)
(Re-enter CARVE quickly.)
CARVE. I say, here's a curate pushed himself in at the front door!
(Re-enter JANET, L.)
JANET. No, he's come in at the back.
CARVE. But I tell you he's here!
(Enter JAMES SHAWN, L. Then enter JOHN SHAWN, R. Pause.)
JAMES. Now let me entreat everybody to remain perfectly calm.
JANET. Oh, don't worry about that. Nothing startles us now. A few
curates more or less.
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