Joe runs upstairs to the balcony. Silvia opens the door and admits
Mr. Wentworth, rather stout and with gold spectacles_)
MR. WENTWORTH
Mrs. Carson?
SILVIA
Yes. This is Mr. Wentworth? Joe and I have been expecting you. Let me take
your coat. The studio's rather upset just now--
MR. WENTWORTH
Delightful! How I love the atmosphere of work in a studio! I used to paint
a bit myself, you know.
SILVIA
Did you? Father never mentioned that.
MR. WENTWORTH
Oh, I guess everybody has forgotten it by now. An early adventure with
life! Goodness only knows what might have happened, though, if the
business hadn't fallen on me to look out for. I might have been a great
artist. Ha!
SILVIA
I'm sure you would, Mr. Wentworth. You've always been interested in art,
haven't you?
MR. WENTWORTH
Yes indeed. Of course I have been very busy, until lately. But I always
followed the best English magazines.
SILVIA
My husband's upstairs getting the paint off his hands. He will be down in
a minute. Then we'll have some tea.
MR. WENTWORTH
You don't paint, do you, Silvia? I may call you Silvia, may I not?
SILVIA
Of course.
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