[Steadily, in a low hard voice.] Why, nothing can arise, during this interview, injurious, in the mind of any fair person, to Mrs. Fraser’s reputation?
John.
[Starting to his feet.] Nothing! nothing!
Olive.
Then I am clearly serving Mrs. Fraser’s interests by what I am doing.
[She disappear into the library. After a brief pause, John hastily goes to the dining-room door, and opens it slightly.
John.
Mrs. Cloys! Mrs. Cloys!
Mrs. Cloys.
[From the dining-room.] Yes.