MRS. BROOME. We’re going now.
[Farewells. BROOME is hearty again with LEONARD, confidential with MRS. TIMBRELL and perfunctory with MARY. MRS. BROOME, subdued and a little anxious, passes before LEONARD and says:—]
You needn’t be afraid that we shall come often.
LEONARD. Come as often as you like.
MRS. BROOME. No, we’ll give you your chance.
BROOME. What are you talkin’ about? [To MRS. TIMBRELL.] All right. I’ll explain how things are to her, ma’am. I’m glad I come to-day. I think I’ve cleared up things a bit. Come along, old lady. [BROOME and MRS. BROOME go.]
LEONARD. You’re like me, Mary; you’re your mother’s child. You’re not a bit like your father.
MRS. TIMBRELL. What had you been telling him? Something about your father?
LEONARD. Not a word. He seemed to have got it from you. And is the Governor coming round?
MRS. TIMBRELL. Oh! He will come round.