(JAWBONES _has entered_, _with his purchases_.)
(_Turning from window he sees_ JAWBONES, _goes to meet him_.) Couldn’t
they do anything?
JAWBONES. (_He has bought a new hat_; _has also brought back the
remains_. _He shakes his head_.) No good for anything else but a
memento.
SIGSBY. (_With a grunt he snatches the thing and flings it into a
corner_. _Tries on the new one_.)
JAWBONES. ’Ow’s it feel?
(SIGSBY, _with the help of_ JAWBONES, _attends to his appearance_.)
LAMB. (_To_ ST. HERBERT.) No use talking to her, I suppose?
ST. HERBERT. (_Shrugs his shoulders_.) She’ll do what she imagines to
be her duty. Women are so uncivilised.
(_A burst of cheering is heard_. _A shrill male voice_: “_Three cheers
for Winston Churchill_!” _It is followed by an explosion of yells_.)
ST. HERBERT. Who’s that?
LAMB. (_He has opened the window_.) Phoebe Mogton!
SIGSBY. What a family!
(JANET _has entered_.)
JANET. Is that Mrs. Chilvers? (_To_ LAMB _and_ ST. HERBERT.) Good
evening.
ST. HERBERT. Good evening.
LAMB. No; it’s her sister.
JANET. I wonder she doesn’t come.
SIGSBY. What are the latest figures? Do you know?
(PHOEBE _enters_.)
JANET. I forget the numbers. Mrs. Chilvers is forty ahead.
PHOEBE. Forty ahead! (_To_ JANET.) Did you order the band?
LAMB. (_To_ SIGSBY.) The Dock division was against him to a man; that
Shipping Bill has upset them.
JANET. No. I didn’t think we should want the band.