I contrived to get just one word with Alec as he was putting Theophila into the carriage. I wanted to tell him——
Mrs. Emptage.
[Pacing the room, humming the air played by Justina.] Tra, la, la! la, la! tra, la, la!
Sir Fletcher Portwood.
I wanted to tell him an amusing story I’d heard during the luncheon interval, but he hadn’t time to—— Ha, ha! It’s a legal anecdote. It appears that a fellow of the name of Babbitt once brought an action——
Mrs. Emptage.
Did the judge apologise, Fletcher?
[Justina stops playing.
Sir Fletcher Portwood.
Apologise!