[Piously.] Amen! [To Lady Filson.] Winifred——?
Lady Filson.
[Rather fretfully.] Amen.
Sir Timothy.
[Rising.] And with that sentiment on my lips, and in every fibre of my body, I'll relieve you of my depressing company. [Going to Lady Filson, who rises at his approach, and taking her hand.] My dear lady——
Lady Filson.
[Genuinely.] My dear Sir Timothy!
Sir Randle.
[Moving to the glazed door.] Painful! Painful!
[As Sir Timothy turns from Lady Filson, Bertram reappears, in morning-dress, entering from the hall.