[Rising and singing.] “See the Conquering He—ro co—o—o—o—o—o—um—ms—!” Not hero—heroes. No, hero and heroine!
[Theophila comes to him and kisses him in the same impassive fashion.
Theophila.
[Quietly.] Much obliged to you for sticking to me, the last two days, uncle.
Sir Fletcher Portwood.
My dear, as a matter of fact, I’ve enjoyed myself in Court. I am not exaggerating—enjoyed myself.
Mrs. Emptage.
Theo, your aunt Harriet——
Theophila.
[Turning.] Aunt——! [Advancing slowly to meet Mrs. Cloys—a little dazed.] I saw a figure; I—I thought it was Kitty. Why, aunt——!