DAVID: What have you got to be furious about? Everyone rushing round adoring you and saying how wonderful you are—— JUDITH: I am wonderful, Heaven knows, to have stood you for all these years. SOREL: Mother, do sit down and be quiet. SIMON: How dare you speak to Mother like that! [_During this scene MYRA, JACKIE, RICHARD and SANDY creep downstairs, with their bags, unperceived by the family. They make for the front door._ JUDITH (_wailing_): Oh, oh! To think that my daughter should turn against me! DAVID: Don’t be theatrical. JUDITH: I’m not theatrical—I’m wounded to the heart. DAVID: Rubbish—rubbish—rubbish! JUDITH: Don’t you say Rubbish to me! DAVID: I _will_ say Rubbish! SOREL: } Ssshhh, Father! SIMON: } That’s right! Be the dutiful daughter and encourage your father—— DAVID: } Listen to me, Judith—— JUDITH: } Oh, this is dreadful—dreadful! SOREL: } The whole thing doesn’t really matter in the least—— SIMON: } —to insult your mother—— DAVID: } The Place de la Concorde—— JUDITH: } I never realised how small you were, David. You’re tiny—— [_The universal pandemonium is suddenly broken by the front door slamming. There is dead silence for a moment, then the noise of a car is heard._ [_SOREL runs and looks out of the window._ SIMON: There now! SOREL: They’ve all gone! JUDITH (_sitting down_): How very rude! DAVID (_also sitting down_): People really do behave in the most extraordinary manner these days—— JUDITH: Come back and finish your breakfast, Sorel. SOREL: All right. (_She sits down._) SIMON: Toast, please, Sorel. SOREL (_passing it to him_): Here. JUDITH: Go on, David; I’m dying to hear the end—— DAVID (_reading_): “Jane Sefton, in her scarlet Hispano, swept out of the Rue Boissy d’Anglas into the Place Vêndome——” JUDITH: I meant to tell you before, David—I’ve made a great decision. DAVID (_amiably_): What is it? JUDITH: I really am going to return to the stage! CURTAIN. _The Mayflower Press, Plymouth._ William Brendon & Son, Ltd. _CONTEMPORARY BRITISH DRAMATISTS_ _New Volumes._ _HAY FEVER. By NOEL COWARD_ _“Gay, bright and amusing ... an exhibition of youthful high spirits.”—“Stage.”_ _THREE PLAYS. By NOEL COWARD: (The Rat Trap, The Vortex and Fallen Angels). With the Author’s reply to his Critics._ _“It is well that these plays should be published ... they catch the colour and movement of to-day with such surprising accuracy.”—“Morning Post.”_ NOTE.—_These three plays are also obtainable separately._ _CONFLICT. By MILES MALLESON_ _“Mr. Malleson’s writing is vital and interesting, his sense of the theatre is very effective.”—“Curtain.”_ _“Mr. Malleson has something of Toller’s gift for presenting in a moving and dramatic way the contrasts and conflicts of our civilisation.”—“New Leader.”_ _THIS WOMAN BUSINESS. By BEN W. LEVY_