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.