Publisher's Synopsis
Excerpt from Act I: (The glass door swings violently in, snow blowing in, and also MR HARRY ARCHER, wrapped in a rug.) ANTHONY: Oh, please close the door, sir. HARRY: Do you think I'm not trying to? (he holds it open to say this) ANTHONY: But please do. This stormy air is not good for the plants. HARRY: I suppose it's just the thing for me! Now, what do you mean, Anthony, by not answering the phone when I buzz for you? ANTHONY: Miss Claire-Mrs Archer told me not to. HARRY: Told you not to answer me? ANTHONY: Not you especially-nobody but her. HARRY: Well, I like her nerve-and yours. ANTHONY: You see, she thought it took my mind from my work to be interrupted when I'm out here. And so it does. So she buzzes once long and-Well, she buzzes her way, and all other buzzing- HARRY: May buzz. ANTHONY: (nodding gravely) She thought it would be better for the flowers. HARRY: I am not a flower-true, but I too need a little attention-and a little heat. Will you please tell me why the house is frigid? ANTHONY: Miss Claire ordered all the heat turned out here, (patiently explaining it to MISS CLAIRE's speechless husband) You see the roses need a great deal of heat.
