Mrs. Emptage.
Did they cheer you much, darling? That’s what your uncle means.
Theophila.
Cheer me, mother——?
[Fraser rises abruptly, placing his cup, with a clatter, on the piano.
Fraser.
I—I feel as Theophila does. I must dip my face into cold water. The atmosphere of that place stifles one even now. Do excuse me.
[He goes out; all, except Theophila, look after him, surprised.
Theophila.
Mother dear—Uncle Fletcher—you seem to have a wrong impression——