Olive.
[Quickly.] Oh, Mrs. Fraser, let me speak a few words to you while no one is present——!
Theophila.
Certainly.
[Mrs. Cloys passes her hand over Theophila’s head caressingly, then hurries to the door.
Mrs. Cloys.
Mr.Fraser——
[She goes out, Fraser accompanying her. Olive looks round the room, then sits, slowly and deliberately upon the settee.
Olive.
[After a little pause.] Forgive me.