PETRA. No, Señorita.

DOROTHY. Have you had any breakfast, Petra?

PETRA. No, Señorita.

DOROTHY. Get a cup and have some of this coffee right away. Hurry.

PETRA. I’ll take some when you’re through, Señorita. Was the bombardment very bad here last night?

DOROTHY. Oh, it was lovely.

PETRA. Señorita, you say such dreadful things.

DOROTHY. No, but Petra it was lovely.

PETRA. In Progresso, in my quarter, there were six killed in one floor. This morning they were taking them out and all the glass gone in the street. There won’t be any more glass this winter.

DOROTHY. Here there wasn’t any one killed.

PETRA. Is the Señor ready for his breakfast?

DOROTHY. The Señor isn’t here any more.

PETRA. He has gone to the front?

DOROTHY. Oh, no. He never goes to the front. He just writes about it. There’s another Señor here.

PETRA. [Sadly] Who, Señorita?

DOROTHY. [Happily] Mr. Philip.

PETRA. Oh, Señorita. How terrible.

[She goes out crying]

DOROTHY. [Calling after her] Petra. Oh, Petra!

PETRA. [Resignedly] Yes, Señorita.

DOROTHY. [Happily] See if Mr. Philip’s up.

PETRA. Yes, Señorita.

[PETRA comes to MR. PHILIP’s door and knocks]

PHILIP. Come in.

PETRA. The Señorita asks me to see if you are up.

PHILIP. No.

PETRA. [At the other door] The Señor says he’s not up.

DOROTHY. Tell him to come and have some breakfast, Petra, please.

PETRA. [At the other door] The Señorita asks you to come and have some breakfast, but there is very little as there is.

PHILIP. Tell the Señorita that I never eat breakfast.

PETRA. [At the other door] He says he never eats breakfast. But I know he eats more breakfast than three people.

DOROTHY. Petra, he’s so difficult. Just ask him not to be stupid and come in here please.

PETRA. [At the other door] She says come.

PHILIP. What a word. What a word.

[He puts on a dressing gown and slippers]

These are rather small. Must be Preston’s. Nice robe though. Might offer to buy it from him.

[He gathers up the papers, opens the door and goes into the other room, knocking as he pushes the door open]

DOROTHY. Come in. Oh, here you are.

PHILIP. Isn’t this all very rather unconventional?

DOROTHY. Philip, you stupid darling. Where have you been?

PHILIP. In a very strange room.

DOROTHY. How did you get there?

PHILIP. No idea.

DOROTHY. Don’t you remember anything?

PHILIP. I recall some muck about chucking someone out.

DOROTHY. That was Preston.

PHILIP. Really?

DOROTHY. Yes very really.

PHILIP. We must get him back. Shouldn’t be rude that way.