No playwright is more joyously observant than Mr. Jones; and none observes more accurately, in the milieu that he has chosen. Other playwrights may create more salient and memorable figures. But none of them creates figures so lifelike as Mr. Jones.
LUCAS'S letter drops out. LUCAS goes to pick it up, MR. PILCHER is before him, picks up the novel and letter and hands them to RENIE. In taking them she shows some confusion.
Pilcher. [Genially.] Improving the New Year by getting a thorough knowledge of Parisian life and manners, I see.
Renie. [Confused.] No!--I had begun the book a week ago and so I thought--a--I'd better finish it.
Lucas. Good morning, Mr. Pilcher.
Pilcher. [Shaking hands.] Good morning.
Lucas. Rattling good sermon you gave us last night.
Pilcher. I'm glad you thought it worth coming so far to hear.
Lucas. Not at all. Jolly well worth coming for, eh, Mrs. Sturgess?
[With a sly little look and shake of the head at RENIE.
Renie. I thoroughly enjoyed it!
Pilcher. [A little surprised.] Enjoyed it! Now I meant to