WILLIAM (pontifically). I still think that it was very unwise of us to attempt to see anybody to-day. Naturally I made it clear to Mr. Royce what a very unexpected departure this is from our usual practice. I fancy that he realises the honour which we have paid to the younger school of writers. Those who are knocking at the door, so to speak.
MARION. Oh, I’m sure he does.
SEPTIMA (to the ceiling). Does anybody want me?
WILLIAM. Wait a moment, please. (He takes a key out of his pocket and considers.) Yes.... Yes.... (He gives the key to SEPTIMA) You may show Mr. Royce [197]the autograph letter from Queen Victoria, on the occasion of your grandmother’s death. Be very careful, please. I think he might be allowed to take it in his hands—don’t you think so, Marion?—but lock it up immediately afterwards, and bring me back the key.
SEPTIMA. Yes, Father. (As she goes) What fun he’s going to have!
WILLIAM. Are those the letters?
MARION. Yes, dear, I’ve nearly finished them.
WILLIAM. They will do afterwards. (Handing her a bunch of telegrams) I want you to sort these telegrams. Isobel is seeing about the flowers?
MARION. Oh, yes, sure to be, dear. How do you mean, sort them?
WILLIAM. In three groups will be best. Those from societies or public bodies, those from distinguished people, including Royalty—you will find one from the Duchess there; her Royal Highness is very faithful to us—and those from unknown or anonymous admirers.