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.