Quaife appears.
Mrs. Cloys.
Is the fly here?
Quaife.
Yes, ma’am.
[Quaife withdraws. The Bishop moves towards the window, Sir Fletcher closely following him.
Theophila.
[To Mrs. Emptage.] Good-bye, mother dear.
Mrs. Emptage.
[Embracing her.] Oh, good-bye, my darling. I won’t reproach you. If you make a bed you must lie on it. You’ve nearly broken my heart, but I’m only your mother——