Mrs. Allingham! Mrs.—Allingham——!
Mrs. Cloys.
Yes, yes.
[Sir Fletcher comes out of the library, carrying his hat.
Theophila.
[To Mrs. Cloys.] Mrs. Allingham! his ... wife!
Mrs. Cloys.
Mr. and Mrs. Allingham have arranged their differences. [Looking from Theophila to John.] Why, don’t you know?
Sir Fletcher Portwood.
[Coming down the steps.] Haven’t you seen Mrs. Allingham?