Guy.  Well, you see—­

Builder.  No lies; out with it!

Guy. [With decision] I prefer to say nothing.

Builder.  What’s your name?

Guy.  Guy Herringhame.

Builder.  Do you live here?

     Guy makes no sign.

Mrs builder. [To Guy] I think you had better go.

Builder.  Julia, will you leave me to manage this?

Mrs builder. [To Guy] When do you expect my daughter in?

Guy.  Now—­directly.

Mrs builder. [Quietly] Are you married to her?

Guy.  Yes.  That is—­no—­o; not altogether, I mean.

Builder.  What’s that?  Say that again!

Guy. [Folding his arms] I’m not going to say another word.

Builder.  I am.

Mrs builder.  John—­please!

Builder.  Don’t put your oar in!  I’ve had wonderful patience so far. [He puts his boot through a drawing] Art!  This is what comes of it!  Are you an artist?

Guy.  No; a flying man.  The truth is—­

Builder.  I don’t want to hear you speak the truth.  I’ll wait for my daughter.

Guy.  If you do, I hope you’ll be so very good as to be gentle.  If you get angry I might too, and that would be awfully ugly.

Builder.  Well, I’m damned!

Guy.  I quite understand that, sir.  But, as a man of the world, I hope you’ll take a pull before she comes, if you mean to stay.

Builder.  If we mean to stay!  That’s good!

Guy.  Will you have a cigarette?

Builder.  I—­I can’t express—­

Guy. [Soothingly] Don’t try, sir. [He jerks up his chin, listening] I think that’s her. [Goes to the door] Yes.  Now, please! [He opens the door] Your father and mother, Athene.

Athene enters.  She is flushed and graceful.  Twenty-two, with a short upper lip, a straight nose, dark hair, and glowing eyes.  She wears bright colours, and has a slow, musical voice, with a slight lisp.

Athene.  Oh!  How are you, mother dear?  This is rather a surprise.  Father always keeps his word, so I certainly didn’t expect him. [She looks steadfastly at builder, but does not approach].

Builder. [Controlling himself with an effort] Now, Athene, what’s this?

Athene.  What’s what?

Builder. [The strop held out] Are you married to this—­this—?

Athene. [Quietly] To all intents and purposes.

Builder.  In law?

Athene.  No.

Builder.  My God!  You—­you—!

Athene.  Father, don’t call names, please.

Builder.  Why aren’t you married to him?