Theophila.
Yes.
Justina.
Tell me——!
Theophila.
By-and-bye. Take me away. [Olive disappears.
Justina.
[Walking with Theophila towards the upper door.] Oh, we’ve had such a time in there! Uncle Fletcher’s been boring our heads off on the subject of the blessings of Arbitration; and at last, Jack, who is in a vile temper, almost jumped down his throat.
[They go out, whereupon John is seen to slightly push aside the portière and peep into the room. Satisfied that the room is empty, he enters quickly, closes the door behind him emphatically, and throws himself on to the settee with a groan of weariness. Olive returns; she is about to pass the window, but seeing John she enters quietly, takes a chair and sits. They remain looking at each other for a little while without speaking.
Olive.