Calling to Farncombe, who is following them. Lord Farncombe!
Farncombe.
Yes?
Stidulph.
Going to him. Will you spare me a moment?
Farncombe.
A little impatiently. Er—certainly.
Stidulph.
Laying a shaky hand on Farncombe’s arm and leading him away from the door. Excuse me for what I’m going to say to you. I—I know your father—knew him very well years ago—and your mother. With deep feeling. My boy—my dear boy——
Farncombe.