ing clothes.)

TIMOTHY. Here I am, sir. They're after sending word you wanted me.

GEORGE (going up to TIMOTHY and shaking his hand warmly). Old Timothy!
I'm glad to get sight of you before I go.

TIMOTHY. And it's glad I am to see you, Mr. George, before you leave.
And he an officer now! Sure, I mind him as a baby being wheeled up and
down under the trees out there. My boy Bert was saying only this morning
how we'd missed the sight of him in the shops this summer. You have a
way with the men, Mr. George, of getting into their hearts, like. I was
thinking just now, if Mr. George had only been home, in the shops, maybe
we wouldn't be having all this complaint and trouble.

GEORGE. Who's at the bottom of this, Timothy? Rench? Hillman? I
thought so. Well, they're not bad chaps when you get under their skins.

(He glances at his wrist watch)

Let me go down and talk with them, dad,--I've got time, my train doesn't
leave until one thirty.

ASHER (impatiently, almost savagely). No, I'll settle this, George, this
is my job. I won't have any humoring. Come into my study, Timothy.

TIMOTHY, shaking his head, follows ASHER out of the door, left.

After a moment GEORGE goes over to the extreme left hand corner of
the room, where several articles are piled. He drags out a kit bag,
then some necessary wearing apparel, underclothes, socks, a sweater,
etc., then a large and rather luxurious lunch kit, a pin cushion.
with his monogram, a small travelling pillow with his monogram, a
linen toilet case embroidered in blue, to hang on the wall--these
last evidently presents from admiring lady friends. Finally he
brings forth a large rubber life preserving suit. He makes a show
of putting all these things in the bag, including the life-
preserving suit; and reveals a certain sentiment, not too deep, for
the pillow, the pincushion and the toilet case. At length he strews
everything over the floor, and is surveying the litter with mock
despair when a girl appears on the lawn outside, through one of the
windows. She throws into the room a small parcel wrapped in tissue
paper, and disappears. GEORGE picks up the parcel and looks
surprised, and suddenly runs out of the door, upper right. He
presently returns, dragging the girl by the wrists, she resisting.

MINNIE FARRELL is about twenty one, with black hair and an abundant
vitality. Her costume is a not wholly ineffective