Brigid
Look at the sit of him! As serious as you like.
Bertha
[Suddenly withdrawing from her post.] Stand out of the window. I don't want to be seen.
Brigid
Why, ma'am, what is it?
Bertha
[Crossing towards the folding doors.] Say I'm not up, that I'm not well. I can't see anyone.
Brigid
[Follows her.] Who is it, ma'am?
Bertha
[Halting.] Wait a moment.
[She listens. A knock is heard at the hall door.]
Bertha
[Stands a moment in doubt, then.] No, say I'm in.
Brigid
[In doubt.] Here?
Bertha
[Hurriedly.] Yes. Say I have just got up.
[Brigid goes out on the left. Bertha goes towards the double doors and fingers the curtains nervously, as if settling them. The hall door is heard to open. Then Beatrice Justice enters and, as Bertha does not turn at once, stands in hesitation near the door on the left. She is dressed as before and has a newspaper in her hand.]
