GEORGE (noticing it but showing no objection). Alice, what is happening to us? Here we sit hand-in-hand! It's like bad vaudeville! ALICE (smiles). I don't know--what do you think? GEORGE. Don't ask me. I don't understand. I can't think. I don't know. Perhaps we are about to have a new George! ALICE (in a suppressed tone). You understand!--a new George--you shall come to-night! GEORGE. Yes! ALICE (looking away but tightening her hold on George's hand). Mine. GEORGE. What did you say? ALICE. Oh nothing, nothing. GEORGE. Alice--to-night. Now, let us go over to the tea table. Maud is watching us. ALICE. Do you want to go? GEORGE (rising from the couch). No. (Alice rises also, and they both move towards the table, George following. He carries their cups.) MAUD. Well, have you been talking magazine--"Azure Adder"? GEORGE and ALICE. Yes. ALICE. We were arranging details. We will have all the titles of stories and poems printed in red. Don't you think that that will be good? MAUD. Not red, blue I should say. GEORGE. Well, in some color, red or blue. MAUD. Blue is the better. YVONNE (rising). I must be going--is anyone coming my way? GEORGE. We all must be going, I suppose. I must go to the station and meet Uncle Billy. (Yvonne crosses the stage; the door at the back is opened suddenly and Jack, husband of Camele, is seen.) CAMELE (starts up from the tea table and looks frightened, saying in a whisper to George). Hide my suit case. JACK (in the door-way). Oh, I beg your pardon--is Vivian in? ALICE. Hello, Jack--come in. Vivian is out. JACK. I wanted to see him. He wishes to rent the studio for several months, I hear. ALICE. You can wait for him, we are just about to leave. JACK (coming down stage, sees Camele at the tea table). Hello, Cam, what are you doing here? YVONNE (from the window). What a sun-set! Come and see. (They all, except Camele and Jack, go to the window.) CAMELE. Maud asked me to lend her my kimona. She wants to do some Japanese dances--I brought it to her. JACK. I didn't know that you were friendly since we were married, Cam. I was surprised when I saw you. CAMELE. Don't call me Cam, Jack. Try to call me Camele, here. And make the "a" long. JACK. Does it shock them? They make me--(seeing her canvases and paint box). What are you doing with your canvases and paint box? CAMELE. I was painting in the park. The canvases--the canvases--oh, I was taking them to be framed. JACK. All those? CAMELE. Yes, it will be cheaper having them all framed at one time--don't you think? JACK. I hope so. We are so hard up at present. CAMELE. Are we? Well, they can wait--the canvases, I mean. JACK. I must have some clothes. CAMELE. Again? JACK. Again? Look at these. CAMELE (coming close to him). You look all right, I think. (She puts her hands on his shoulders.) JACK. Are you ready to go? I'll not wait for Vivian. CAMELE. Kiss me, Jack. JACK. What for--what's the matter with you? You look tired and pale.