Olive.
[In the same way.] Ha, ha, ha! [Glancing towards the door.] Shall I slip into the dining-room while they pass out?
John.
Please don’t. They’re old friends of both of us; they understand perfectly——
Olive.
[Returning to the fireplace.] I’ll face it out, if you wish it.
John.
[Calling.] Denzil—Peter——
[Shafto and Elphick sedately emerge from the library, and descend the steps. Shafto bows to Olive.
Olive.