May I go and hunt for him?
Lady Owbridge.
It would be kind of you.
[Frayne goes up the steps and away. Mrs. Eden comes to the stone bench. Muriel returns slowly, coming from among the trees and appearing on the further side of the low hedge.
Duchess.
[To Lady Owbridge.] Pray don't be in the least concerned for me, dear Lady Owbridge; the absence of my maid is quite a temporary matter. Poor Watson's father is unwell and I packed her off to him this afternoon. She will be back by mid-day to-morrow, she promises me.
Lady Owbridge.
But, dear me! in the meantime my own woman shall wait upon you.
Duchess.
I couldn't dream of it.