WOLFF
What? Who is't you say?
ADELAIDE
I think the voice was Motes's voice.
MRS. WOLFF
[_Vehemently._] Go down! Ran! Tell papa to come up! That fool Motes can
stay on the other side. He don't need to come sniffin' around in the
house here.
_ADELAIDE exits. MRS. WOLFF hides and clears away everything that
could in any degree suggest the episode of the stag. She covers the
sauce-pan with an apron. ADELAIDE comes back._
ADELAIDE
Mama, I got down there too late. I hear 'em talkin' a'ready.
MRS. WOLFF
Well, who is it then?
ADELAIDE
I've been tellin' you: Motes.
_MR. and MRS. MOTES appear in turn in the doorway. Both are of medium
height. She is an alert young woman of about thirty, modestly and
neatly dressed. He wears a green forester's overcoat; his face is
healthy but insignificant; his left eye is concealed by a black
bandage._
MRS. MOTES
[_Calls in._] We nearly got our noses frozen, Mrs. Wolff.
MRS. WOLFF
Why do you go walkin' at night. You got time enough when it's bright day.
MOTES
It's nice and warm here.--Who's that who has time by day?
MRS. WOLFF
Why, you!
MOTES
I suppose you think I live on my fortune.
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