The remains of the lunch are scattered over the lawn: dishes, linen napkins, food, some empty wine bottles. The sun, the food, the wine have taken their toll: EAMON is sprawled on the grass, dozing. JUDITH, her eyes closed, her face tilted up to the sun, is smoking a cigarette. WILLIE is sitting on the step immediately above and behind her. CLAIRE is sitting apart from the others, close to the sundial. TOM is in the gazebo, reading a newspaper but aware of what the others are doing. CASIMIR is crawling around on his hands and knees, moving along very slowly and feeling the ground vety carefully with his finger-tips. He is totally concentrated on this strange task. (He is looking for the holes left by croquet hoops; on the same site as the vanished tennis-court.) Only ALICE is lively. She has had a little too much to drink and she is pacing about, glass in hand, occasionally making giddy, complicated little steps with her feet.
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