_The clinging gown of_ THE BLUE ONE _accentuates the languid manner she affects. There is a satisfied, set smile upon her aquiline face and her voice maintains a gentle, persistent tremolo._ THE GREEN ONE _is younger than the others and in general indefiniteness of bearing and appearance merely suggests money. Her olive-trimmed gown is very simple, but is caught by a conspicuous jade belt._ _These, with the other guests who gradually depart, suggest the atmosphere of a conventional tea._) OMNES (_Enthusiastically to Silverton_) How delightful! How wonderful! (GEORGE SILVERTON _is medium-sized, in the late thirties, with a fine, sensitive face and short-cropped hair. He is retiring in manner and seems ill at ease in the present company. Towards_ PATRICIA, _however, this disappears and it is evident he has known her well_.) THE BROWN ONE (_Shrugging her shoulders, and splashing each sentence with jerky gestures throughout._) He has such a _je-ne-sais-quoi_. Don’t you think? THE BLUE ONE (_In a shocked tone_) I’d hardly put it that way. SILVERTON (_To_ THE BROWN ONE) You compliment me. MRS. FROWDE Didn’t Pachmann play that at the Philharmonic Friday? THE GREEN ONE How should I know? MRS. FROWDE I wish they’d announce what they play as an encore so I can recognize it. THE BROWN ONE We need a Chopin in this country. Do you compose, Mr. Silverton? THE BLUE ONE (_Who has come down to_ PATRICIA) It must be splendid to be a real artist, Miss Tenner, instead of just having money. _We_ have to be so careful. (PATRICIA _smiles and nods understandingly throughout_. SILVERTON, _apparently ill at ease, comes beside_ PATRICIA _as_ MAVOSKY _is speaking to_ MRS. FROWDE _and the others at the table_.) Oh, Mr. Silverton, your playing made me so--so--(_at a loss for words_) don’t you know? SILVERTON (_Stiffly_) Music is the only mental adventure in good and evil which some of us ever have. THE BLUE ONE How clever of you! I wonder if that’s why I adore Tristan? You will come to my next Thursday and play for me? _I_ need adventure. (_She laughs, tremulously_) I’ll have some people there if I may tell them _you_ are coming. SILVERTON (_Hiding his displeasure_) Charmed. THE BLUE ONE (_To_ PATRICIA) You have a beastly rehearsal then, haven’t you? So sorry. (PATRICIA _smiles as though regretful, and the three continue talking_.) MRS. FROWDE (_By the table, shaking_ MAVOSKY’S _hand_) Must you go? MAVOSKY Only till luncheon Tuesday. MRS. FROWDE (_Aside to him_) It was good of you to meet her. MAVOSKY (_Looking across to_ PATRICIA) Miss Tenner is a poem in pose. THE BROWN ONE (_Who has been manœuvering to be in his line of departure, as_ MRS. FROWDE _turns to give_ THE GREEN ONE _a cup of tea_.)