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CONVENT GARDEN at 11.15 p.m. Torrents of heavy summer rain. Cab whistles
blowing frantically in all directions. Pedestrians running for shelter into the mar-
ket and under the portico of St Paulís Church, where there are already several
people, among them a lady and her daughter in evening dress. They are all peer-
ing out gloomily at the rain, except one man with his back turned to the rest, who
seems wholly preoccupied with a notebook in which he is writing.
The church clock strikes the first quarter. -
THE DAUGHTER (in the space between the central pillars, close tothe one on
her left) Iím getting chilled to the bone. What canFreddy be doing all this time?
Heís been gone twenty minutes.
THE MOTHER (on her daughterís right) Not so long. But he ought to have got us
a cab by this.
A BYSTANDER (on the ladyís right) He wont get no cab not until half-past
eleven, missus, when they come back after dropping their theatre fares.
But we must have a cab. We cant stand here until
half-past eleven. Itís too bad.