SANDY (_to JACKIE_): Look here; I’ll take you up in my car as soon as you like. JACKIE: All right; lovely! MYRA: You’ve got a car, haven’t you? SANDY: Yes. MYRA: Will it hold all of us? JACKIE: You said it would be rude for us all to go. Hadn’t you and Mr. Greatham better wait for the train? MYRA: Certainly not. RICHARD (_to SANDY_): If there is room, we should be very, very grateful. SANDY: I think I can squeeze you in. MYRA: Then that’s settled, then. JACKIE: When shall we start? SANDY: As soon as you’re ready. JACKIE: Mrs. Arundel, what are you going to do about tipping Clara? MYRA: I don’t know. (_To RICHARD_) What do you think? RICHARD: I’ve hardly seen her since I’ve been here. JACKIE: Isn’t there a housemaid or anything? RICHARD: I don’t think so. SANDY: Is ten bob enough? JACKIE: Each? MYRA: Too much. RICHARD: We’d better give her one pound ten between us. MYRA: Very well, then. Will you do it, and we’ll settle up in the car? RICHARD: Must I? MYRA: Yes. Ring for her. RICHARD: You’d do it much better. [_SANDY rings the bell._ MYRA: Oh, no, I shouldn’t. (_To JACKIE_) Come on; we’ll finish our packing. JACKIE: All right. [_They begin to go upstairs._ RICHARD: Here—don’t leave me. SANDY: I’ll just go and look at the car. Will you all be ready in ten minutes? MYRA: Yes, ten minutes. (_She goes off with JACKIE._) SANDY: Righto. (_He rushes out._) [_CLARA re-enters._ CLARA: ’Allo, where’s everybody gone? RICHARD: They’ve gone to get ready. We’re leaving in Mr. Tyrell’s car. CLARA: A bit sudden, isn’t it? RICHARD (_pressing money into her hand_): This is from all of us, Clara. Thank you very much for all your trouble. CLARA (_surprised_): Aren’t you a dear, now! There wasn’t any trouble. RICHARD: There must have been a lot of extra work. CLARA: One gets used to that ’ere. RICHARD: Good-bye, Clara. (_He goes upstairs._) [_CLARA proceeds to clear away the dirty breakfast things, which she takes out. She returns with a fresh pot of coffee, and meets JUDITH coming downstairs._ JUDITH: Good morning, Clara. Have the papers come? CLARA: Yes—I’ll fetch them. (_She goes out._) [_JUDITH pours herself out some coffee, and sits down._ [_CLARA re-enters with papers._ JUDITH: Thank you. You’ve forgotten my orange juice. CLARA: No, I ’aven’t, dear; it’s just outside. (_She goes out again._) [_JUDITH turns to the theatrical column of the “Sunday Times.”_ [_SOREL comes downstairs and kisses her._ SOREL: Good morning, darling. JUDITH: Listen to this. (_She reads_) “We saw Judith Bliss in a box at the Haymarket on Tuesday, looking as lovely as ever.” There now! I thought I looked hideous on Tuesday. SOREL: You looked sweet. (_She goes to get herself some breakfast._) [_CLARA reappears, with a glass of orange juice._ CLARA (_placing it in front of JUDITH_): Did you see that nice bit in _The Referee_? JUDITH: No—_The Times_.