Lady Filson.
R-Randle——?
Sir Randle.
[Biting his nails.] He's right. [Bertram hastens to the glazed door.] Dear Bertram is right.
Bertram.
[Opening the door.] You'll see him——?
Lady Filson.
Y-yes.
Sir Randle.
Yes. [Bertram disappears. Sir Randle paces the room at the back, waving his arms.] Oh! Oh!