John.
Mrs. Cloys, Sir Fletcher; there have been some most unhappy differences between my wife and myself in the past, as you know too well. Unfortunately, she and I have not been the only sufferers from these differences; we have dragged others along with us. However, we met this evening, half an hour ago, and are—reconciled——
Sir Fletcher Portwood.
[In a murmur.] Very proper—very sensible——
John.
And I have my wife’s authority for saying that her feeling towards Mrs. Fraser are now considerably—in fact, entirely—— But she will speak for herself. [Presenting Olive, awkwardly.] Er—my wife.
Olive.
[To Sir Fletcher and Mrs. Cloys, graciously.] Pray sit down. [Mrs. Cloys sits again.] Sir Fletcher, we knew each other years ago——
Sir Fletcher Portwood.
I am delighted to renew—[pulling himself up uneasily]—that is, of course——