Oh—just for one moment——
[Theophila rises; Justina goes to her.
Justina.
Never mind, old girl. [With a little laugh.] Ha! I suppose this has queered my pitch for a season or two, but—[kissing her]—never mind—[going to the door]—these things will happen in the best regulated——
[She disappears. There is a brief silence, during which Theophila closes the doors.
Fraser.
Have you told your people?
Theophila.
Yes.
Fraser.