MARY. How can you go away? Why are you packing your bag? LEONARD. You've been spying in my room. MARY. You know I have to go into your room. LEONARD. Of course. I beg your pardon. Yes, I am going away for two days. MARY. There were ten shirts laid out. LEONARD. I'm lying. Yes. We can't talk here. Who's this? Take care. [_As MRS. TIMBRELL enters he continues:_] Well, I shall be much obliged if you will. The brown boots--Yes. More polish--I've really been quite ashamed of them. Well, Mother? [_He turns from MARY with an air of dismissal. MARY moves away but stops as MRS. TIMBRELL occupies the doorway. MRS. TIMBRELL is startled rather than surprised. She holds a small framed photograph in her hand._] MRS. TIMBRELL. [_To LEONARD._] I've found your photograph. MARY. You have no right in my room. MRS. TIMBRELL. [_Greatly agitated._] Leonard, I can't believe--Leonard-- [_She has advanced into the room having closed the door. It opens and MR. TIMBRELL enters gaily with SHEILA on his arm. He is a rather precise man condescending to geniality, obviously righteous according to his lights and obstinately trustful of them. MRS. TIMBRELL'S general attitude to him is a rather tired acquiescence which sometimes stops short of submission. ADA and EDGAR follow closely._] TIMBRELL. Let's see the latest, then. Where's the sweetly pretty tea-caddy? [_To MRS. TIMBRELL._] Have you seen it, my dear? [_His speech peters out as he sees his wife's face and the attitudes of the group of whom LEONARD alone attempts to maintain an ordinary appearance._] Why! What's the matter? LEONARD. You'd better let Mary go, Mother. You can't scold her in public like this. Besides it was only a trifle. MRS. TIMBRELL. I must know. TIMBRELL. What! What! A scolding? What have you been doing, Mary? Come, come. Never mind. Run away. Run away. I'll speak up for you, Mary. MARY. [_To LEONARD._] Must I go? LEONARD. I suppose so. Certainly. MARY. Will you speak up for me? TIMBRELL. What's this? What's this? [_MARY makes for the door, SHEILA standing aside hastily._] Stop a bit. Stop a bit. [_There is a pause and TIMBRELL looks at LEONARD and then at his wife._] What's that in your hand? [_MRS. TIMBRELL hesitates, but as her husband waits she turns the photograph towards him._] Leonard's photograph? The one you lost? Well, where was it? LEONARD. I think you might allow Mary to go. TIMBRELL. Where was it? [_He speaks to his wife but she is silent. He looks at MARY._] MARY. It was in my room. EDGAR. [_To ADA._] You and Sheila had better go. TIMBRELL. [_Half turning to EDGAR._] Silence. Why was it in your room? [_SHEILA and ADA have moved toward the door. They remain, possessed with a natural and intense curiosity._] MARY. I had the right to it if anyone had. TIMBRELL. You took it from his Mother's room? MARY. [_After a very short pause._] Well, I shall be a Mother soon. [_TIMBRELL sits down and sinks back in the chair. SHEILA and ADA go out quietly._]