AGNES. [in a low voice.] Yes.
LUCAS. That's a sensible girl! By Jove, I am hungry! [He lights a cigarette as she walks slowly to the door, then throws himself idly back on the settee.]
AGNES. [To herself, in a whisper.] My old life—my old life coming all over again! [She goes out. He lies watching the wreaths of tobacco smoke. After a moment or two FORTUNE enters, closing the door carefully behind him.]
LUCAS. Eh?
FORTUNE. [After a glance round, dropping his voice.] Ze Duke of St. Olphert 'e say 'e vould like to speak a meenit alone. [LUCAS rises, with a muttered exclamation of annoyance.]
LUCAS. Priez Monsieur le Duc d'entrer. [FORTUNE goes to the door and opens it. The DUKE OF ST. OLPHERTS enters; he is in evening dress. FORTUNE retires.]
ST. OLPHERTS. Quite alone?
LUCAS. For the moment.
ST. OLPHERTS. My excuse to Mrs. Ebbsmith for not dining at the Grunwald —it was a perfectly legitimate one, dear Lucas. I really was expecting visitors.
LUCAS. [Wonderingly.] Yes?