Sir Fletcher Portwood.
I wish your choice of expressions was a little happier, Claude——
Mrs. Cloys.
The boy is right; and we must get out of this as quickly as possible.
Sir Fletcher Portwood.
Yes, yes; yes, yes.
Claude.
But I don’t believe the woman will have the daring effrontery to show her face to us; to me—the brother!
Mrs. Cloys.
If she does appear, Fletcher, how on earth are we to explain our visit?