Sir Julian Twombley.
Competent authorities assure me there is quiet to be found in the tomb; I anticipate nothing of that kind where I am going to-night.
[He goes out. Lady Twombley watches his going, then turns to Brooke sharply.]
Lady Twombley.
Well, have you got it?
Brooke Twombley.
My—er——
Lady Twombley.
Your skeddle.
[Brooke hands his schedule to Lady Twombley.]