LUCAS. [Referring to his watch.] Nine twenty-five.
AGNES. You can almost manage it—if you'd like to go.
LUCAS. Oh, let them wait a few minutes for me; that won't hurt them.
AGNES. [Dazed.] Let me see—I did fetch your hat and coat—[She rises and walks mechanically, stumbling against a chair. LUCAS looks up, alarmed; ST. OLPHERTS rises.]
AGNES. [Replacing the chair.] It's all right; I didn't notice this. [Bringing LUCAS'S hat and coat, and assisting him with the latter.] How long will you be?
LUCAS. Not more than half an hour. An hour at the outside.
AGNES. [Arranging his neck handkerchief.] Keep this so.
LUCAS. Er—if—if I—if we—
AGNES. The Duke is waiting. [LUCAS turns away, and joins ST. OLPHERTS.]
LUCAS. [To him, in a low voice.] I am going back to the hotel with you.