Mrs. Emptage.
[Rising.] Ah!
Claude.
Just come in.
[Mrs. Cloys walks away; Claude joins Justina.]
Mrs. Emptage.
[Repressing her excitement.] Sssh, sssh, sssh! Let nobody make a fuss; Alec hates a fuss!
Sir Fletcher Portwood.
No fuss, but some one ought to play “See the Conquering Hero——!” Theo is so fond of a little fun—genuine fun!
[He seats himself at the piano and fingers out the air laboriously. Theophila and her husband enter. She is an elegantly-dressed, still girlish, woman of seven-and-twenty; he a good-looking, undemonstrative man of about five-and-thirty. Both are pale, weary-looking, and subdued. Fraser is gloved and frock-coated; Theophila is in her bonnet and cape.