[Encouragingly.] Can't you—can't you give us a hint——?
Lady Filson.
The merest hint——
Sir Timothy.
Hint, is it! Ah, I can manage that. [With a bold effort.] You're not to have me for your son-in-law. Is that hint enough?
Lady Filson.
[Under her breath.] Oh!
Sir Randle.
God bless me! Frankly, I had no conception——
Lady Filson.