[They shake hands.
Mrs. Cloys.
[Looking into her face, earnestly.] You’re tired—quite done.
Theophila.
[With a nod, sitting on the settee.] Alec——[Fraser advances.] My aunt Harriet, Mrs. Cloys—my husband.
[Fraser and Mrs. Cloys incline their heads to each other. Fraser then turns away and joins Claude and Justina, Sir Fletcher Portwood following him. Theophila strips off her gloves.
Mrs. Emptage.
Let mother take your bonnet, pet.
Theophila.
[Her head falling backward, faintly.] Oh, do!