Theophila.
[In a whisper.] Jack! [He pauses; she seems dazed.] They—they haven’t heard—a word of—oh, of what I’ve said to you?
John.
Heard——! N-no. Are you ready?
[He pulls aside the portière, unlocks the door, and opens it. Mrs. Cloys enters; Sir Fletcher and Claude appear in the doorway.
Mrs. Cloys.
You have tried my patience long enough, Mr. Allingham. [She goes to Theophila; John walks away, and stands with his back to those in the room.] Come! you have had ample time for your business interview. [Staring at Theophila.] What’s wrong with you?
Theophila.
[Sinking into a chair.] N-nothing.
Mrs. Cloys.