[Advancing, shaking hands with him across the table, graciously.] Oh, Mr. Shafto, I am so sorry to upset everybody in this way——
Shafto.
Not at all. I—ah—we—er—my father—at Leatherhead——
[Elphick, encumbered with his banjo and the banjo-case, joins Shafto. John goes to the door.
Olive.
[Shaking hands with Elphick across the table.] Why should you lose your dinner? I have really finished all my—my business with my—with—Mr. Allingham.
Elphick.
[With an effort, earnestly.] No, you haven’t, Mrs. Allingham. Take it up, when we’ve gone, where you broke off. [Wringing her hand.] Do everything you’ve offered to do; try and square things——
[John comes to him and draws him away towards the door.
John.