Mrs. Cloys.
I admit it. Mrs. Allingham, I am sure you don’t grudge——
Olive.
No, no; indeed I don’t. I—I hope you will succeed—to the utmost——
[She turns away, and goes out by the dining-room door.
Mrs. Emptage.
[Rising, fretfully.] It seems to me everything is taken out of one’s hands——
Sir Fletcher.
In a most unceremonious way——
Mrs. Emptage.