Publisher's Synopsis
. The luggage belongs to Broadbent, who enters after the valet. He pulls off his overcoat and hangs it with his hat on the stand. Then he comes to the writing table and looks through the letters which are waiting for him. He is a robust, full-blooded, energetic man in the prime of life, sometimes eager and credulous, sometimes shrewd and roguish, sometimes portentously solemn, sometimes jolly and impetuous, always buoyant and irresistible, mostly likeable, and enormously absurd in his most earnest moments. He bursts open his letters with his thumb, and glances through them, flinging the envelopes about the floor with reckless untidiness whilst he talks to the valet. BROADBENT [calling] Hodson. HODSON [in the bedroom] Yes sir. BROADBENT. Don't unpack. Just take out the things I've worn; and put in clean things. HODSON [appearing at the bedroom door] Yes sir. [He turns to go back into the bedroom.
