Justina.

Ha, ha, ha! All right for——! Mother! ma! ma!

[She runs out.

Mrs. Quinton Twelves.

[To Claude.] You did wait then, in spite of Theo’s orders?

Claude.

No, not in Court. I hung about outside, with Uncle Fletcher, to hear the result. [Sitting, with a little groan.] Oh!

Mrs. Quinton Twelves.

I must say, Claude, the victory hasn’t left you very cheerful.

Claude.