JUNE
165
JENIK: Oh, nothing.
LIDKA (scared): And he's coming up here?
JENIK: Well, and what of it? Really, my dear girl. You've got the fidgets quite badly.
LIDKA (fingering at her dress with jerky movements, smoothing her hair, then leaning with her hands against the back of the chair; as if made rigid.)
The bell rings outside.
JENIK: Mother, open the door and ask him to come up.
MRS. LEDYNSKA: What am I to call him?
JENIK: Ha, ha, let it be Master Scapegrace. He does a bit of writing.
MRS. LEDYNSKA (hurrying out): There's always something to be learnt from you. . . (Outside.) Please come this way.
Enter LOSHAN (in his exterior there is an aggressive air of scornful unconcern; his eyes shift about in search of prey.)
JENIK: Come along inside. . . How are you, old chap? My mother. . . my sister. . . my friend, Loshan. . .
LOSHAN (bowing off-hand): Don't let me put you out. . .
JENIK (pushing a chair towards him): Take a seat.
LOSHAN (sitting down): I was walking about down there quite a long while . . .
JENIK: Lidka here made me come and look.
