HARRY: Just give me a hand, will you, Hattie? (_They bring it to the open space and he and_ HATTIE _arrange breakfast things_, HATTIE _with triumphant glances at the distressed_ ANTHONY) ANTHONY: (_deciding he must act_) Mr Archer, this is not the place to eat breakfast! HARRY: Dead wrong, old boy. The place that has heat is the place to eat breakfast. (_to_ HATTIE) Tell the other gentlemen--I heard Mr Demming up, and Mr Edgeworthy, if he appears, that as long as it is such a pleasant morning, we're having breakfast outside. To the conservatory for coffee. (HATTIE _giggles, is leaving_.) And let's see, have we got everything? (_takes the one shaker, shakes a little pepper on his hand. Looks in vain for the other shaker_) And tell Mr Demming to bring the salt. ANTHONY: But Miss Claire will be very angry. HARRY: I am very angry. Did I choose to eat my breakfast at the other end of a blizzard? ANTHONY: (_an exclamation of horror at the thermometer_) The temperature is falling. I must report. (_he punches the buzzer, takes up the phone_) Miss Claire? It is Anthony. A terrible thing has happened. Mr Archer--what? Yes, a terrible thing.--Yes, it is about Mr Archer.--No--no, not dead. But here. He is here. Yes, he is well, he seems well, but he is eating his breakfast. Yes, he is having breakfast served out here--for himself, and the other gentlemen are to come too.--Well, he seemed to be annoyed because the heat had been turned off from the house. But the door keeps opening--this stormy wind blowing right over the plants. The temperature has already fallen.--Yes, yes. I thought you would want to come. (ANTHONY _opens the trap-door and goes below_. HARRY _looks disapprovingly down into this openness at his feet, returns to his breakfast_. ANTHONY _comes up, bearing a box_.) HARRY: (_turning his face away_) Phew! What a smell. ANTHONY: Yes. Fertilizer has to smell. HARRY: Well, it doesn't have to smell up my breakfast! ANTHONY: (_with a patient sense of order_) The smell belongs here. (_he and the smell go to the inner room_) (_The outer door opens just enough to admit_ CLAIRE--_is quickly closed. With_ CLAIRE _in a room another kind of aliveness is there_.) CLAIRE: What are you doing here? HARRY: Getting breakfast. (_all the while doing so_) CLAIRE: I'll not have you in my place! HARRY: If you take all the heat then you have to take me. CLAIRE: I'll show you how I have to take you. (_with her hands begins scooping upon him the soil_ ANTHONY _has prepared_) HARRY: (_jumping up, laughing, pinning down her arms, putting his arms around her_) Claire--be decent. What harm do I do here? CLAIRE: You pull down the temperature. HARRY: Not after I'm in. CLAIRE: And you told Tom and Dick to come and make it uneven. HARRY: Tom and Dick are our guests. We can't eat where it's warm and leave them to eat where it's cold. CLAIRE: I don't see why not. HARRY: You only see what you want to see.