Mollen. (rise. Sir J. rises) Would you turn back, with the harbour lights in sight? Look here, I'll knock off a fortnight! I ask for one week more—just one week! And before that's out you'll have them both on their knees to you.
(Lady Claude comes in R. 3 E. and crosses L. C.)
Rosamund, Rosamund! Balsted has been complaining—losing heart! Tell us about Everard! He's always talking of Margaret?
Lady C. (up C. sadly) Always, always! For hours at a time.
Mollen. (up R. C. turning triumphantly to Sir J.) Balsted!
Lady C. (plaintively) She's a very sweet girl, and I'm fond of her—but—the subject's beginning to pall!
(Margaret off cries "Joseph")
Mollen. She's calling you, Balsted.
Sir J. (down R. sulkily) Let her call.
(Margaret off louder "Joseph! Joseph!")