Thank you. And Lady Twombley might take an extra sunshade.
[Melton goes out. The Dowager closes the door carefully after him.]
Sir Julian Twombley.
[Reading.] “I can conceive no position more agreeable to a Minister of the Crown than that which——”
Dowager.
Julian!
Sir Julian Twombley.
Dora?
Dowager.
You wonder why I am with you at this early hour. I need hardly say I have a motive.