Theophila.

[Handing him the letter.] Give that to ’Tina, will you? Claude—take care of mother.

Claude.

[Mildly surprised.] Take care of mother!

Theophila.

Yes, be a good boy, and look after her. Ta, ta!

She goes out.

Claude.

Boy! my boyhood is long past. [Pinching the envelope.] There’s a coin in this—money.

Sir Fletcher Portwood.