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 George Tesman comes from the right into the inner room, humming to himself, and carrying an unstrapped empty portmanteau. He is a middle-sized, young-looking man of thirty-three, rather stout, with a round, open, cheerful face, fair hair and beard. He wears spectacles, and is somewhat carelessly dressed in comfortable indoor clothes.

Miss Tesman. Good morning, good morning, George.

Tesman.

[In the doorway between the rooms.] Aunt Julia! Dear Aunt Julia! [Goes up to her and shakes hands warmly.] Come all this way—so early! Eh?

Miss Tesman.

Why, of course I had to come and see how you were getting on.

Tesman.

In spite of your having had no proper night's rest?

Miss Tesman.

Oh, that makes no difference to me.

Tesman.

Well, I suppose you got home all right from the pier? Eh?

Miss Tesman.

Yes, quite safely, thank goodness. Judge Brack was good enough to see me right to my door.

Tesman.

We were so sorry we couldn't give you a seat in