Read it through once

A room in Captain Boyle's house. On the left a wide window with the bars of a balcony outside it. Beneath it an old-fashioned chimneypiece, over the mantelshelf a mirror and a number of photographs in dingy gilt frames. On the right of the room a door into the passage and beyond it a door leading to other rooms. The furniture is shabby, but respectable. A cracked, brass-bound gramophone stands on a chair up-stage near the window; a battered piano stands down-stage to the right. A tall clock ticks in the corner. Through the window can be seen the bright sky and the roofs of the houses across the street. Outside a woman passes with a baby in her arms singing a lullaby. The time: a late afternoon in late spring.