[To Quaife.] When I ring, show her in here.
Quaife withdraws.
Mrs. Cloys.
[Agitatedly.] Mr. Allingham, you will not let Theo slip through my fingers; you won’t let her escape me——? [Looking at him.] Oh, I will trust you so far.
John.
You may. I only ask you to allow me to have my interview with Mrs. Fraser undisturbed.
Mrs. Cloys.
Ah, if you knew how I hate the idea of this meeting between you two! [Turning sharply.] I’ve a feeling that something evil is going to result from it——!
John.
I can only repeat, you’re wrong in what you think of me—[turning away]—wrong, every one of you.