CRAMPTON (furious, rising). Childish! (Mrs. Clandon rises
indignantly.)

McCOMAS } (all ris- } Crampton, you promised---

VALENTINE } ing and } Ridiculous. They dress

} speaking } charmingly.

GLORIA } together). } Pray let us behave reasonably.

Tumult. Suddenly they hear a chime of glasses in the room behind
them. They turn in silent surprise and find that the waiter has just
come back from the bar in the garden, and is jingling his tray warningly
as he comes softly to the table with it.

WAITER (to Crampton, setting a tumbler apart on the table). Irish
for you, sir. (Crampton sits down a little shamefacedly. The waiter
sets another tumbler and a syphon apart, saying to Bohun) Scotch and
syphon for you, sir. (Bohun waves his hand impatiently. The waiter
places a large glass jug in the middle.) And claret cup. (All subside
into their seats. Peace reigns.)

MRS. CLANDON (humbly to Bohun). I am afraid we interrupted you, Mr.
Bohun.

BOHUN (calmly). You did. (To the waiter, who is going out.) Just
wait a bit.

WAITER. Yes, sir. Certainly, sir. (He takes his stand behind