(He opens the paper.)
EMILY. You should have had a nice sleep, dear, while you could.
We were up so late last night listening to Philip's stories.
JAMES. Yes, yes. (He begins a yawn and stifles it hurriedly.) You
mustn't neglect your duties, Emily. I've no doubt you have plenty
to do.
EMILY. All right, James, then I'll leave you. But don't be hard on
the boy.
JAMES (sleepily). I shall be just, Emily; you can rely upon that.
EMILY (going to the door). I don't think that's quite what I meant.
[She goes out.]
(JAMES, who is now quite comfortable, begins to nod. He wakes up
with a start, turns over the paper, and nods again. Soon he is
breathing deeply with closed eyes.)
***
PHILIP (coming in). Sorry to have kept you waiting, but I was a bit
late for breakfast. (He takes out his pipe.) Are we going to talk
business or what?
JAMES (taking out his match). A _bit_ late! I make it just two
hours.
PHILIP (pleasantly). All right, Uncle James. Call it two hours
late. Or twenty-two hours early for tomorrow's breakfast, if you
like. (He sits down in a chair on the opposite side of the table
from his uncle, and lights his pipe.)
JAMES. You smoke now?
PHILIP (staggered). I what?
JAMES (nodding at his pipe). You smoke?
PHILIP. Good heavens! what did yolk think we did in France?
JAMES.
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