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.