Thank you, pa—I—— [She turns to him suddenly.] Oh, pa, I haven’t got—I haven’t—I——
Sir Julian Twombley.
Haven’t what, Kitty?
Lady Twombley.
N—nothing. Go—go to Dora. [He goes out.] Oh! where shall I turn for money? Where shall I turn? Where shall I turn—for money? [Mrs. Gaylustre advances and faces Lady Twombley.] Ah! Mrs. Gaylustre!
Mrs. Gaylustre.
Oh, Lady Twombley, I am in such distress!
Lady Twombley.
Distress!
Mrs. Gaylustre.