Olive.
Mrs. Cloys——
Mrs. Cloys.
Go away, Claude!
Claude.
[Retiring.] Ha, at least I have had the courage to speak out——!
[He throws himself into a chair at the back, and in course of time falls asleep. His head is seen to drop back upon his shoulder; an arm hangs over the side of the chair.
Olive.
[Advancing to the table, imperatively.] Mrs. Cloys——
Sir Fletcher Portwood.