[Looking at him for the first time, in an expressionless way.] You know what happened last night?
Fraser.
[With assumed indifference.] Mrs. Cloys—told me—[with a wave of the hand]—oh, yes.
Theophila.
I asked her to tell you all. She has told you all?
Fraser.
[Nodding agitatedly.] For God’s sake, let us never again refer to the subject. Forget my share of yesterday and I will forget yours. [Moving his chair to the head of the settee, to be nearer to her.] Theophila, everything you planned that we should do to reinstate you shall be done; I am prepared to go in with your schemes, heart and soul; all your suggestions shall be acted upon promptly.
Theophila.
[Moving away from him; then, after a brief pause.] No, thank you, Alec.[Alec.]
Fraser.