29, The Polygon, Somers Town, on a sunny summer day
Scene: a living-room with a wide casement-window at back, centre. The doors, upper left and down right, stand open, that to the right leading to a corridor. Down, left, a double doorway, closed. The windows stand open, all. A cluster of chairs huddles together, waiting to be bestowed. A large table towards the centre holds numerous unrelated objects, including a tea-set in evident disorder, some books and a large hour-glass. One or two packing-cases cumber the floor at its foot. Down, right centre, a long Empire sofa.
UPPIE, an austere but dignified housekeeper in the forties, stands looking out of the window, with a silver tea-pot in one hand, and a polishing-cloth in the other. She thrusts out her head anon, and shakes the cloth, then speaks, with kindness softening her authoritative voice.