Probyn.
I didn’t know you were in, sir. Her ladyship told me to give you this, Mr. Brooke—quietly.
[He hands Brooke a letter which he has taken from his pocket.]
Brooke Twombley.
[Glancing at the envelope.] The Mater. Thank you. [A little cough is heard. He looks toward the drawing-room.] Is anyone there?
Probyn.
Mrs. Gaylustre, sir.
Brooke Twombley.
The dressmaker! What does she want?
Probyn.