And I must say—[looking at Theophila]—that I fully sympathise with the—ah—the feelings of——
Olive.
[Rigidly.] Of Mrs. Fraser?
Mrs. Cloys.
[Politely.] Of Mrs. Fraser. [Quaife enters, and advances a few steps towards Mrs. Cloys, who speaks to him quickly.] Has——?
[She breaks off, looking at him significantly.
Quaife.
Yes, ma’am.
Mrs. Cloys.
[To Fraser.] Mr. Fraser, may I trouble you to follow me? I have something to say to you. [Quaife withdraws. To Theophila.] I must run away for a few moments. Shall I send Justina to you?