(HARRY _goes through another pantomime with the egg-cup and the missing shaker._ CLAIRE, _still standing half-way down cellar, sneezes._ HARRY, _growing all the while less amiable, explains with thermometer and flower-pot that there can only be one opening of the door._ TOM _looks interested, but unenlightened. But suddenly he smiles, nods, vanishes._) HARRY: Well, thank heaven (_exhausted_) that's over. CLAIRE: (_sitting on the top step_) It was all so queer. He locked out on his side of the door. You locked in on yours. Looking right at each other and-- HARRY: (_in mockery_) And me trying to tell him to kindly fetch the salt! CLAIRE: Yes. HARRY: (_to_ DICK) Well, I didn't do so bad a job, did I? Quite an idea, explaining our situation with the thermometer and the flower-pot. That was really an apology for keeping him out there. Heaven knows--some explanation was in order, (_he is watching, and sees_ TOM _coming_) Now there he is, Claire. And probably pretty well fed up with the weather. (CLAIRE _goes to the door, stops before it. She and_ TOM _look at each other through the glass. Then she lets him in._) TOM: And now I am in. For a time it seemed I was not to be in. But after I got the idea that you were keeping me out there to see if I could get the idea--it would be too humiliating for a wall of glass to keep one from understanding. (_taking it from his pocket_) So there's the other thermometer. Where do you want it? (CLAIRE _takes it_) CLAIRE: And where's the pepper? TOM: (_putting it on the table_) And here's the pepper. HARRY: Pepper? TOM: When Claire sneezed I knew-- CLAIRE: Yes, I knew if I sneezed you would bring the pepper. TOM: Funny how one always remembers the salt, but the pepper gets overlooked in preparations. And what is an egg without pepper? HARRY: (_nastily_) There's your egg, Edgeworth. (_pointing to it on the floor_) Claire decided it would be a good idea to smash everything, so she began with your egg. TOM: (_looking at his egg_) The idea of smashing everything is really more intriguing than an egg. HARRY: Nice that you feel that way about it. CLAIRE: (_giving_ TOM _his coffee_) You want to hear something amusing? I married Harry because I thought he would smash something. HARRY: Well, that was an error in judgment. CLAIRE: I'm such a naive trusting person (HARRY _laughs_--CLAIRE _gives him a surprised look, continues simply_). Such a guileless soul that I thought flying would do something to a man. But it didn't take us out. We just took it in. TOM: It's only our own spirit can take us out. HARRY: Whatever you mean by out.