Joyce Burge has talked so much that he has lost the power of listening.
He doesnt listen even in the House of Commons.
_Savvy rushes in breathless, followed by Haslam, who remains timidly
just inside the door._
SAVVY [_running to Franklyn_] I say! Who do you think has just driven up
in a big car?
FRANKLYN. Mr Joyce Burge, perhaps.
SAVVY [_disappointed_] Oh, they know, Bill. Why didnt you tell us he was
coming? I have nothing on.
HASLAM. I'd better go, hadnt I?
CONRAD. You just wait here, both of you. When you start yawning, Joyce
Burge will take the hint, perhaps.
SAVVY [_to Franklyn_] May we?
FRANKLYN. Yes, if you promise to behave yourself.
SAVVY [_making a wry face_] That will be a treat, wont it?
THE PARLOR MAID [_entering and announcing_] Mr Joyce Burge.
_Haslam hastily moves to the fireplace; and the parlor maid goes out and
shuts the door when the visitor has passed in._
FRANKLYN [_hurrying past Savvy to his guest with the false cordiality he
has just been denouncing_] Oh! Here you are. Delighted to see you. [_He
shakes Burge's hand, and introduces Savvy_] My daughter.
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