[Intercepting him.] Claude, I dare you to leave the house!
[Sir Fletcher also moves towards the door.
Mrs. Emptage.
[Stopping him.] Fletcher, you mustn’t!
Sir Fletcher Portwood.
Muriel, I distinctly prefer not to meet——
Mrs. Emptage.
But I must have[have] every support; I am unequal to it otherwise. Who will fetch her upstairs? Fletcher, dear!——
Sir Fletcher Portwood.
In your establishment! Singularly inappropriate!