A Play in One Act
Cast: She, a wife
He, a husband
Darwin, a butler
Nicholas De Ville, a politician
As the curtain rises, He and She are seen at a glass-topped tea table in the midst of a lovely garden. Evidently, they have been eating or ⎯ rather ⎯ snacking, for He is settled back in his chair with his legs spread out and He looks very warm. He is puffy, red of face, middle-aged, dressed in flesh-pink tights and a white dinner jacket.
She looks cool in comparison. She, too, is dressed in pink tights. About her neck is a string of pearls. She is younger than He, blonde and rather elegant.
Upon the table there is fruit, a plate of olives, and a tea service. The sunlight is very bright.
She. Have another olive, dear. A ripe one this time. You’ve eaten all of the green ones, (petulantly) and I like the pimentos so much, too.
He. Oh, for heaven’s sake. Don’t act as though I’d eaten you out of household and pantry. Order another plateful for yourself. I don’t want any more. I’m stuffed.
She. Where did the butler go? (She rings a silver bell.) He’s never around when you want him. (She rings again and waits, frowning. Again She rings. An ape appears, swinging in on a vine, and lands beside the table. He is dressed in a white dickey and tails.) Finally! More olives, please. (The ape takes the empty plate and swings out.)