is high, the floor ancient. It serves for a sleeping as well as a
living room. Off it at one end is a kitchen, at the other a small
bedroom._

_There is no woman's touch in the place, but in spite of its
dilapidation there is a mellow and intellectual air--lent, perhaps,
by the books and magazines that lie scattered about; some old
college pennants on the wall; also both architectural drawings and
original cartoons. There is a good architect's drawing board in
use by a window and a rack containing many rolls of drawings and
prints_.

TED _is sitting on the couch, reading an old book. He wears a once
excellent but now threadbare suit_.

TIPPY _wears shabby old dressing gown, short. He has no trousers
on. He is pressing his pants on an ironing board._

_Each is silent and preoccupied_, KEN _makes a finishing touch with
color brush, then turns his board down to a more vertical position
and backs off, surveying his work_.

KEN. Take a squint at that, Tippy.

[TIPPY _carefully turns iron on end and steps over to look at
drawing._]

TIPPY. H'm. Very charming. Very charming. If Comrade Stalin could
see that he would order one for each member of his harem.