Sir Fletcher Portwood.
[His voice rising.] My dear bishop, it is my view of life, and the observation has some theological bearing, that the devil almost invariably appears to women in the form of Impulse. In saying this, I am perhaps on the verge of a truism——
Bishop of St. Olpherts.
No, no, no.
Theophila re-enters; her veil is raised.
Theophila.
[As she passes John, lowering her veil.] It’s all right.
[There is a hubbub of talk as Theophila and her relatives go out at the upper door.
Mrs. Emptage.
You will need a warm wrap, Theo.