agency stand a chance of getting let in, too. Besides, I shouldn't give
a baby a razor for a birthday present, and I shouldn't advise a young
girl to go to a matrimonial agency. But I'm not a young girl. If it's a
question of the male sex, I may say that I've been there before. You
understand me?

CARVE. Quite.

JANET. Well, I think I told you pretty nearly everything important in my
letter. Didn't I?

CARVE. Let me see now----

JANET. I mean the one I sent to the office of the Matrimonial News.

CARVE. (Mechanically feeling in his pockets, pulling out papers and
putting them back.) Where did I put it? Oh, perhaps it's in the pocket
of another coat. (Goes to a coat of SHAWN'S hanging on inner knob of
double doors, and empties all the pockets, bringing the contents,
including a newspaper, to the table.)

JANET. (Picking up an envelope.) Yes, that's it--I can feel the
photograph. You seem to keep things in the pockets of all your coats.

CARVE. If you knew what I've been through this last day or two----

JANET. (Soothingly.) Yes, yes.

CARVE. I haven't had a quiet moment. Now----(Reading letter.) "Dear
Sir, in reply to your advertisement, I write to you with particulars of