Hardly. He can take his wife away, and protect her elsewhere. But I am helpless. You tell me it is a question whether Theophila ought to be moved to-day or not——
Mrs. Cloys.
[Referring to her watch.] Dr. Erskine will decide very shortly.
Fraser.
So, for how long, in heaven’s name, am I to endure Mr. Allingham? The fellow puts himself in my way. If I walk in the garden, he appears, indoors, at a window, and coughs in a menacing fashion. When I enter the house the proceedings are but slightly varied—I am inside; Allingham and his cough outside.
Mrs. Cloys.
I find him a simple-minded, boyish young man.
Fraser.
[Looking through the balustrade into the library.] Do you?
Mrs. Cloys.