[Hastily.] Quite sufficiently. [Eyeing Sir Fletcher reprovingly.] My brother doesn’t interpret me correctly. Er—as I have told you, it is a fancy of mine—to meet Mr. Allingham.
Olive.
Just to make his acquaintance?
Mrs. Cloys.
[Steadily.] Just to make his acquaintance.
John.
[Uncomfortably.] Very pleased—very gratified——
Olive.
[With a hard smile.] This is rather an odd hour for such a call.
Mrs. Cloys.