DIGBY : Good God! If it isn’t the Sallises! What a surprise! After all these years!
MARIA : Hello.
JOHN : Hello.
DIGBY : How are you? You remember me, don’t you?
JOHN : Yes. Of course.
MARIA : Yes – let me think. You’re… you’re…
DIGBY : Peter Digby.
JOHN : Of course. We met on holiday. In Florence –
DIGBY : No I don’t think so. Don’t you remember…?
MARIA : I know. You’re a friend of Richard Parry’s.
DIGBY : No. Wrong again! My memory’s better than yours!
JOHN : I give up.
DIGBY : Don’t you remember that smashing weekend over at Morehead’s place?
JOHN : Oh, yes.
DIGBY : When we went down and saw that fantastic rugby match. Wales v. England. And England just won.
DIGBY : Best match I’ve ever watched.
MARIA : Oh, yes rugby. It certainly grows on you.
DIGBY : It certainly does. A highly intelligent game. You’ve got to have brains to play rugby. Ah yes. Well, it really was a wonderful weekend 25, wasn’t it? With you trying out that umbrella you’d invented.
JOHN : Oh, yes.
DIGBY : I see it’s done very well. Seen advertisements all over the place. It makes me proud to think I was in at the beginning. Congratulations.
JOHN : Thank you. What are you doing these days?
DIGBY : Oh, the usual rounds. Come up from the country every day. Still work in the City. Can’t complain.
JOHN : I remember now.
JOHN : You were a very keen cricketer.
DIGBY : That’s right. Good game, cricket.
MARIA : You enjoy it.
DIGBY : Enjoy it? Well, of course. I’m always sorry when the summer ends. Rugby can be wonderful when it’s an International – or that kind of class. But it’s really got nothing on the cricket- don’t you think so, eh?
MARIA : Well – well of course it is a man’s game.
DIGBY : Yes, I suppose it is. But then women have always got tennis and lacrosse and hockey. They’re jolly good games too. Nothing wrong with them. Nothing at all!
MARIA : No, I suppose not.
