Yes, but not so easily as all that. I'm afraid he's quarrelling
out there with Mr. Cyrus Carve. They get across one another on the
stairs.
ALCAR. Tut-tut. Excuse me one moment.
(Exit hurriedly.)
(Exit SERVANT.)
JANET. Mr. Ebag! So you're here too! Why, it's a family party.
EBAG. (Astounded.) How do you do, Mrs. Shawn? I beg pardon, Mrs.
Carve.
JANET. It seems I'm Mrs. X now--didn't you hear?
EBAG. I expect the servant had received instructions. His lordship has a
great reputation for wit, you know.
JANET. (Looking round.) And what's this room supposed to be?
EBAG. Oh, the study, probably.
JANET. Really! Not what you'd call 'homely,' is it? Rather like being on
the stage.
(Enter LORD LEONARD ALCAR, leading CARVE on his right and
CYRUS on his left. Servant closes door from without.)
ALCAR. Now we're all safely here, and I fancy there will be enough
easy-chairs to go round. Mr. Texel, you already know Mr. Cyrus Carve,
and you will be pleased to meet the talented artist who painted the
pictures which you have been buying from Mr.
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