Sir Timothy.
Well, not precisely on pleasure. [Shaking hands with Bertram.] Good-bye to you.
Bertram.
[Puzzled.] Good-bye. [Sir Timothy makes a final bow to Lady Filson and departs, followed by Sir Randle, who leaves the door open. Bertram turns to Lady Filson inquiringly.] What——?
Lady Filson.
[Pointing to the open door.] H'sh!
[Bertram shuts the door and Lady Filson seats herself upon the settee on the right.
Bertram.
[Coming to her.] What has happened, mother?
Lady Filson.