And when he does——?
Mrs. Cloys.
Then we shall see what we shall see.
Sir Fletcher.
[Walking away.] I can’t quite explain my feeling—but I am not sanguine—not at all sanguine.
Mrs. Emptage.
At any rate, in less than twelve months, if I know my girl, she will have grown heartily sick of her solemn surroundings.[surroundings.]
Mrs. Cloys.
[Indignantly.] How dare you——! how——! [Checking herself.] Well, suppose she does weary of me, good will result even from that if it sends her back to her husband.
[The door opens, and the Bishop of St. Olpherts enters with Theophila upon his arm. Justina follows them, carrying a shawl. The bishop is a mild-looking, very old man. Theophila is dressed in her cape and bonnet, and her face is hidden under her thick veil.