Sir J. (ironic) Really?
Mollen. Yes. And Rosamund does more or less the same with Everard.
Lady C. Papa, I can't! I tell you I can't!
Mollen. You must! I tell you, you must! (Lady C. goes up C.)
(Margaret calls "Joseph" and appears at the same place as before. Balsted is L.)
(Down L. C.) The girl again! Balsted, we will leave you with her. Read your paper—she mustn't think we've been plotting. Read it, I say—at present you're simply glaring!
Lady C. (up R. C. intercepting Margaret—speaking very gently) Margaret—my dear Margaret!
Margaret. (up R. coldly) I congratulate you, Lady Claude.
Lady C. You congratulate me! You believe—