[VALERIAN'S study. VALERIAN's house is supposed to stand on high ground, overlooking the capital city of Westland. At the back of the stage there is a deep bay- window. The furniture is chiefly modern, but there are a number of statuettes and valuable etchings. A desk with telephones. A radiogram. Doors left and right.]
[When the curtain rises, MANNERS is arranging the chair-cushions, while LESSEP puts papers in order on the desk. It is a fine morning in early summer.]
LESSEP: Oh, by the way, Manners . . . your Master will be lunching on the terrace, this morning.
MANNERS Indeed, sir? Are those Mr. Valerian's orders, sir?
LESSEP [sharply]. Of course they're Mr. Valerian's orders. What did you suppose?
MANNERS. I beg your pardon, sir. I mention it only because Mr. Valerian has been accustomed to leave the management of this household entirely in my hands. This is the first time, in twelve years, that he