Mrs. R. Haslam. (Relieved.) Is it not?
Bishop. At what hour? I am entirely at your disposal.
Flora. Oh, any time!
Bishop. Noon? If you come down by the nine-fifteen train——
Flora. That will do perfectly.
Mrs. R. Haslam. Where is Cedric, dear?
Flora. I have no idea. Shall I see? (Exit, L.)
Bishop. The dear child has evidently been much upset.
Mrs. R. Haslam. We all have.