Don’t you know? She has left her husband.
Sir Fletcher Portwood.
Er—yes, sir, we do know it—certainly we know it. I was almost the last person she spoke to before she quitted her mother’s house. She is deeply attached to me. [Buttoning his coat.] Where is she? Where is she?
John.
I gather she is waiting not very far from this house——
Olive.
[Breathlessly.] Waiting——!
John.
She—she wishes to see me.
Olive.