PASCOE. Go and sit on it.

(Exeunt PASCOE and HORNING, back, closing double door's.)

(After walking about, CARVE sits down on another chair. A bell
rings twice. He pays no attention. Then enter JANET CANNOT, L.
CARVE jumps up, but is inarticulate, though very favourably
interested.)

JANET. (Smiling sympathetically.) I rang twice.

CARVE. The bell must be out of order.

JANET. I couldn't be sure, but I don't think it's the bell that's out of
order.

CARVE. Oh! You think I'm out of order.

JANET. No. I was thinking that you'd only just come into the house--all
you famous folk--and you hadn't quite got it straight yet--as it were.
(Looking vaguely at room.)

CARVE. All we famous folk?

JANET. Well--I don't know myself about that sort of thing.

CARVE. What sort of thing?

JANET. Picture-painting, isn't it? I mean real pictures done by hand,
coloured----CARVE. Ah--yes.