[Proudly.] Ha!
[She sits at the writing-table again and takes up her pen as Sir Randle stalks to the door on the left.
Lady Filson.
Masterly!
Sir Randle.
[Opening the door.] Bertram—Bertram, my boy—Bertie——!
[He disappears. Lady Filson scribbles violently.
END OF THE SECOND ACT