Lady C. (L. C.) No—I'm afraid.
Sir J. (Both go up L. C.) (wildly) Oh, that father of yours! Well, there it is—we must start—disillusioning! Senile!—ha! and the rest! There's nothing else for it! You'll help me?
Lady C. Of course I'll do what I can!
Marg. (rising) Joseph!
(Sir J. crosses to R.)
Marg. (Up R. C. holding Sir J.'s arm, he is on her L. She turns to Lady Claude) Good-bye, Lady Claude, I need (up R. C.) scarcely say my husband's friends will be mine.
(Mollen. goes up R. to open double doors.)
Sir J. (up R. C. groaning) Husband!
Marg. Good-bye, Mr. Mollentrave—(sweetly) Come, Joseph!
Sir J. Oh!!!