[Lady Euphemia crams the paper into her pocket. Probyn enters, carrying a small music-easel with some music on it and a flute in a case.]

Probyn.

Here, Sir Julian?

Lady Euphemia Vibart.

Oh, do play, uncle!

Sir Julian Twombley.

[To Probyn.] Thank you.

Lady Euphemia Vibart.

It will soothe you.

Sir Julian Twombley.