STRANGER. That fellow—what did you say his name was—Perkins?
LADY PEMBURY (surprised). The butler? Perkins—yes?
STRANGER. Would you give him a message from me?
LADY PEMBURY. Of course.
STRANGER (still awkwardly). Just to say—I'll be there—at the Mews—on Sunday afternoon. He'll know. Tell him I'll be there. (He squares his shoulders and walks out defiantly—ready to take the world on again—beginning with PERKINS on Sunday afternoon)
(LADY PEMBURY stands watching him as he goes. She waits after he has gone, thinking her own thoughts, out of which she comes with something of a shock as the door opens and
SIR JOHN comes in.
PEMBURY. Hallo! Has he gone?
LADY PEMBURY. Yes.
PEMBURY. What did he want? Five pounds—or a place in the Cabinet?