JUDITH: We haven’t thought of a word yet. MYRA: “Brightly.” SIMON: Too obvious. MYRA: Very well—don’t snap at me! JUDITH: “Saucily.” I’ve got a lovely idea for “saucily.” MYRA (_at SIMON_): I should think “rudely” would be the easiest. SIMON: Don’t be sour, Myra. JUDITH: The great thing is to get an obscure word. SIMON: What a pity Irene isn’t here—she knows masses of obscure words. MYRA: She’s probably picked them up from her obscure friends. SIMON: It’s no use being catty about Irene; she’s a perfect darling. MYRA: I wasn’t being catty at all. SIMON: Yes, you were. SOREL (_off_): Hurry up! JUDITH: Quickly, now! We must think—— JACKIE (_helpfully_): “Appendicitis.” JUDITH (_witheringly_): That’s not an adverb. SIMON: You’re thinking of Charades. SANDY: Charades are damned good fun. SIMON: Yes, but we don’t happen to be doing them at the moment. SANDY: Sorry. JUDITH: “Saucily.” SIMON: No, “winsomely’s” better. JUDITH: All right. Call her in. SIMON (_calling_): Sorel—come on; we’re ready. [_Re-enter SOREL._ SANDY (_hoarsely to SIMON_): Which is it?—“saucily” or “winsomely”? SIMON (_whispering_): “Winsomely.” SOREL (_to JUDITH_): Go and take a flower out of that vase and give it to Richard. JUDITH: Very well. [_She trips lightly over to the vase, gurgling with coy laughter, selects a flower, then goes over to RICHARD; pursing her lips into a mock smile, she gives him the flower, with a little girlish gasp at her own daring, and wags her finger archly at him._ SIMON: Marvellous, Mother! SOREL (_laughing_): Oh, lovely!... Now, Myra, get up and say good-bye to everyone in the manner of the word. MYRA (_rises and starts with DAVID_): Good-bye. It really has been most delightful—— JUDITH: No, no, no! MYRA: Why—what do you mean? JUDITH: You haven’t got the right intonation a bit. SIMON: Oh, Mother darling, do shut up! MYRA (_acidly_): Remember what an advantage you have over we poor amateurs, Judith, having been a professional for so long. JUDITH: I don’t like “so long” very much. SOREL: Do you think we might go on now? MYRA: Go to the next one; I’m not going to do any more. SIMON: Oh, please do. You were simply splendid. SOREL: It doesn’t matter. (_To RICHARD_) Light a cigarette in the manner of the word. RICHARD: I’ve forgotten what it is. JUDITH (_grimacing at him violently_): You remember.... RICHARD: Oh, yes. [_He proceeds to light a cigarette with great abandon, winking his eye and chucking SOREL under the chin._ JUDITH: Oh, no, no, no! MYRA: I can’t think _what_ that’s meant to be. RICHARD (_offended_): I was doing my best. JUDITH: It’s so _frightfully_ easy, and nobody can do it right. SIMON: I believe you’ve muddled it up. RICHARD: You’d better go on to the next one. JUDITH: Which word were you doing? Whisper—— RICHARD (_whispering_): “Saucily.” JUDITH: I knew it!—He was doing the wrong word. (_She whispers to him._) RICHARD: Oh, I see. I’m so sorry.