foils, please, and bring down from the attic my work-table and the small sewing-chair.
[Wallis gathers up the riding-boots, spurs, and, foils, and exit.
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"No, the Water-color goes there"
Eve (reflectively). My Winged Victory—oh yes ! I remember now. [She places it upon a stand.] And the Hermes on the writing-desk. [She puts it on the desk, and drapes a silk scarf over a chair.] The room looks differently at me already—it is almost friendly again. [She takes a bunch of heliotrope from her corsage and puts the flowers in a vase.] And heliotrope for—what is it in the language of flowers? Oh! Je t'aime—how ridiculous! Even a flower might have so many better things to say. [Looking critically around.] There is something—I can't tell exactly what—
[She goes up and stands looking at the easel.
Godfrey (at library door). "Au Clair de la Lune" belongs there, and the Corot over the bookcase.
Eve. Oh, surely.
Godfrey (entering). Let me assist you.
[He hangs the Corot, while Eve places the other picture on the easel.
Eve. Thank you very much; but the carriage is waiting, I think.
Godfrey. I have decided to drive directly to the station. [Hastily.] I was reading, but the light in the library is so bad.
[He hands her some books from sofa.
Eve (taking them). You are very good, but I can do nicely with Wallis.
Godfrey (hanging another picture). Except that at times he is so abnormally thick-headed. Is that straight?
Eve. Just a trifle to the right—there.
Godfrey. Thank you—a nail, please.
[Wallis enters with sewing-table.
Eve. Put the table here, please.
[She indicates a certain position.
Godfrey (taking the table from Wallis). Pardon me, but it used to stand just to the right of my big reading- chair. [He moves it over.
Eve (doubtfully). Are you sure?
Godfrey. Of course—and your chair was on the other side—so.
[He places the sewing-chair alongside of small table.
Eve Oh yes, and the reading-lamp behind. [They place the lamp in position. A ring is heard, and Wallis exit.] It doesn't look quite right yet. Oh, of course.
