[_They settle themselves comfortably at opposite ends of the sofa, smoking._ JUDITH: Can you punt? SANDY: Yes—a bit. JUDITH: You must teach Simon—he always gets the pole stuck. SANDY: I’d rather teach you. JUDITH: You’re so gallant and chivalrous—much more like an American than an Englishman. SANDY: I should like to go on saying nice things to you for ever. JUDITH (_giving him her hand_): Sandy! [_There comes a loud ring at the bell. JUDITH jumps._ There now! SANDY: Is anyone else coming to stay? JUDITH: Anyone else! You don’t know—you just don’t know. Give me my hat. SANDY (_giving it to her_): You said it would be quite quiet, with nobody at all. JUDITH: I was wrong. It’s going to be very noisy, with herds of angry people stamping about. [_CLARA enters and opens the front door. MYRA ARUNDEL is posed outside, consciously well-dressed, with several suit-cases, and a tennis racquet._ MYRA (_advancing_): Judith—my—dear—this is divine! JUDITH (_emptily_): Too, too lovely——Where are the others? MYRA: What others? [_CLARA goes out._ JUDITH: Did you come by the four-thirty? MYRA: Yes. JUDITH: Didn’t you see anyone at the station? MYRA: Yes; several people, but I didn’t know they were coming here. JUDITH: Well, they are. MYRA: Sorel said it was going to be just ourselves this week-end. JUDITH (_sharply_): Sorel? MYRA: Yes—didn’t she tell you she’d asked me? Weren’t you expecting me? JUDITH: Simon muttered something about your coming, but Sorel didn’t mention it. Wasn’t that odd of her? MYRA: You’re a divinely mad family. (_To SANDY_) How-do-you-do? It’s useless to wait for introductions with the Blisses. My name’s Myra Arundel. JUDITH (_airily_): Sandy Tyrell, Myra Arundel; Myra Arundel, Sandy Tyrell. There. MYRA: Is that your car outside? SANDY: Yes. MYRA: Well, Judith, I _do_ think you might have told me someone was motoring down. A nice car would have been so much more comfortable than that beastly train. JUDITH: I never knew you were coming until a little while ago. MYRA: It’s heavenly here—after London. The heat was terrible when I left. You look awfully well, Judith. Rusticating obviously agrees with you. JUDITH: I’m glad you think so. Personally, I feel that a nervous breakdown is imminent. MYRA: My dear, how ghastly! What’s the matter? JUDITH: Nothing’s the matter yet, Myra, but I have presentiments. Come upstairs, Sandy, and I’ll show you your room. [_She begins to go upstairs, followed by SANDY. Then she turns._ I’ll send Simon down to you. He’s shaving, I think, but you won’t mind that, will you? [_She goes off. MYRA makes a slight grimace after her, then she helps herself to a cigarette and wanders about the hall—she might almost play the piano a little; anyhow, she is perfectly at home._ [_SIMON comes downstairs very fast, putting on his coat. He has apparently finished his toilet._ SIMON: Myra, this is marvellous! (_He tries to kiss her._)