You will see them, I suppose?
John.
I can’t refuse to see them.
Olive.
May I—may I wait till they have gone?
John.
Oh, Olive——! [She walks to the dining-room, he following her.] I won’t let them detain me very long.
Olive.
[Rapidly, agitatedly, facing him, her hand on the door-handle.] This is a most extraordinary visitation. These three people—her relatives—to come down on you like this, at such an hour!
John.