SYBIL. [Stamping her foot.] I mean that she will go back to the
Palazzo. [Sitting and leaning her head upon her hands.] Oh! oh!
SIR SANDFORD. Need we wait any longer, then?
SYBIL. These people—these people who are befriending her! Tell them.
SIR SANDFORD. Really, it can hardly be necessary to consult—
SYBIL. [Fiercely.] I will have them told! I will have them told! [SANDFORD goes to the door of the adjoining room and knocks, returning to SYBIL as GERTRUDE and AMOS enter. SYBIL draws down her veil.]
GERTRUDE. [Looking round.] Mrs. Ebbsmith—? Mrs. Ebbsmith—!
SIR SANDFORD. Er—many matters have been discussed with Mrs. Ebbsmith. Undoubtedly, she has, for the moment, considerable influence over my brother. She has consented to exert it, to induce him to return at once to London.
AMOS. I think I understand you! [AGNES appears at the door of her room dressed in bonnet and cloak.]
GERTRUDE. Agnes—! [AGNES comes forward, stretches out her hand to
GERTRUDE, and throws herself upon the settee.]
SYBIL. [To SANDFORD, clutching his arm.] Take me away. [They turn to go.]