"(A skeleton judashand strangles the light. The green light wanes to mauve. The gasjet wails whistling.)
THE GASJET
Pooah! Pfuiiiiiii!
(Zoe runs to the chandelier and, crooking her leg, adjusts the mantle.)
ZOE
Who has a fag as I'm here?
LYNCH
(tossing a cigarette on to the table) Here."
(U15.2277)
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