Lady Filson.
From himself?
Bertram.
Presumably; and Dilworth came down and took him up to her boudoir.
Lady Filson.
[Rising.] An unusual time of day for a call! [Approaching Bertram and speaking under her breath.] Are matters coming to a head between them, my dear boy?
Bertram.
Don't ask me, mother. [Rising.] You are as capable of forming an opinion as I am, I mean t'say.
Lady Filson.
I've a feeling that something is in the air. He positively shadowed her last night at the Gorhams'!