First Plays

the heavy engravings on the walls. There are two doors to it. The one at the back opens into the hall, the one at the side into the dining-room. Philip comes in from the hall and goes into the dining-room. Apparently he finds nothing there, for he returns to the morning-room, looks about him for a moment ana ther rings the bell. It is ten o'clock, and he wants hu breakfast. He picks up the paper, and sits in a heavy armchair in front of the fire?a pleasant-looking well- built person of twenty-three, with an air of decisiveness about him. Mary, the parlour-maid, comes in. Mary. Did you ring, Master Philip 1 Philip (absently). Yes; I want some breakfast, please, Mary. Mary (coldly). Breakfast has been cleared away an hour ago. Philip. Exactly. That's why I rang. You can boil me a couple of eggs or something. And coffee, not tea. Mary. I'm sure I don't know what Mrs. Higgins will say? Philip (getting up). Who is Mrs. Higgins ? Mary. The cook. And she's not used to being put about like this. Philip. Do you think she'll say something ? Mary. I don't know what she'll say. Philip. You needn't tell me, you know, if you don't want to. Anyway, I don't suppose it will shock me. One gets used to it in the Army. (He smiles pleasantly at her.) Mary. Well, I'll do what I can, sir. But breakfast at eight sharp is the master's rule, just as it used to be before you went away to the war. Philip. Before I went away to the war I did a lot of silly th...