HENRY. [Laughs.] All right, my dear. It will certainly be a scene to
watch!
OCEANA. You think she will come?
HENRY. Oh, she'll certainly come.
OCEANA. And she won't bring her mother?
HENRY. I can't tell about that.
OCEANA. If she does, we'll simply have to send her down to the village
. . . I won't talk in Aunt Sophronia's presence.
HENRY. I was perfectly explicit on that point. [Takes paper from
table.] Here's the telegram: "Come to the bungalow immediately, upon a
matter of extreme urgency. Do not bring your mother."
OCEANA. Certainly that is clear enough.
HENRY. And bewildering enough. But I suppose they are prepared for
anything by now.
OCEANA. It's past the time. [Looking from window.] We should be able
to see a sleigh.
HENRY. No, the road turns behind that hillock there.
OCEANA. But look!
HENRY. What?
OCEANA. There's some one coming afoot.
HENRY. Where?
OCEANA. Round that side! By the path! Why, it's Ethel!
HENRY. Good Lord! Ethel!
OCEANA. She's come up from the village afoot.
HENRY. Well, of all the apparitions!
OCEANA. Run help her, Henry. She's running. [Opens window and calls.]
Ethel! [HENRY exit hurriedly.] Why, the poor, dear child! I wonder if
she came in Letitia's stead! But then . . . why wouldn't she get a
sleigh? [Calls.] Ethel! What's the matter?
HENRY. [Off.] She says Letitia is coming!
OCEANA. Oh!
HENRY. She's just behind!
OCEANA.
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