Mr. Bullamy.
Yes.
Mr. Posket.
Curious. [To Mr. Bullamy.] Romantic story, isn’t it?
Beatie.
Good-night, Mrs. Posket! I shall be here early to-morrow morning.
Agatha Posket.
I am afraid you are neglecting your other pupils.
Beatie.
Oh, they’re not so interesting as Cis—[correcting herself] Master Farringdon. Good-night.