Jimmie.
Startled. It—it all depends——
Farncombe.
Beg her to allow me to remain behind, with you, for a few minutes after the others have gone.
Jimmie.
Remain—you and I?
Farncombe.
And then, if she will, will you wait in the next room while I speak to her? Miss Birch, I—I must speak to her.
Jimmie.
W-w-wouldn’t—to-morrow——?