John.
Mrs. Cloys is here.
Theophila.
[Her hand to her brow.] Mrs. Cloys—aunt——!
John.
Mrs. Cloys, Sir Fletcher, and your brother were with me when your note arrived. They want to see you.
Theophila.
See me—See me——
John.
[Gripping her wrist.] Pull yourself together, Mrs. Fraser——[The knocking is again heard. John goes to the door.