Olive.
[With clenched hands.] Oh! I am endeavouring to speak to Mrs. Cloys——
Claude.
Pardon me. As Mrs. Fraser’s brother, and as, perhaps, the chief sufferer from the result of to-day’s proceedings——
Sir Fletcher Portwood.
[Appearing suddenly on top of the steps, no longer carrying his hat.] What’s this? What’s this?
Claude.
I refuse to be silenced. As Mrs. Fraser’s brother, I desire to say that I did not expect to be received to-night by the lady who has done her best—her utmost——
Sir Fletcher Portwood.
Sssh! sssh!