[Clinging to Salome.] If I should pine and ultimately die of this suspense I want you to have my workbox.
Salome.
[Shaking her head and sadly turning away.] Thank you, dear, but if Papa is not home for afternoon tea you will outlive me.
[Turning towards the window as Major Tarver and Mr. Darbey appear outside.
Darbey.
[Outside.] Miss Jedd! Miss Jedd!
Salome.
Sheba! Here are Gerald Tarver and Mr. Darbey!
Sheba.
Oh, the presumption! Open the window and dare them to enter!