LUCAS. [To AGNES.] A plan of reconciliation. [To ST. OLPHERTS.] Tell Sybil that the submissive mood comes too late, by a year or so! [He paces to and fro. AGNES sits, with an expressionless face.]
AGNES.[Quietly, to ST. OLPHERTS.] The "friends" you were expecting,
Duke?
ST. OLPHERTS. [Meekly.] Yes. [She smiles at him scornfully.]
LUCAS. Agnes dear, you and I leave here early tomorrow.
AGNES. Very well, Lucas.
LUCAS. [To ST. OLPHERTS.] Duke, will you be the bearer of a note from me to Sandford?
ST. OLPHERTS. Certainly.
LUCAS. [Going to the door of his room.] I'll write it at once.
ST. OLPHERTS. [Raising his voice.] You won't see Sandford, then, dear
Lucas, for a moment or two?
LUCAS. No, no; pray excuse me. [He goes out. ST. OLPHERTS advances to
AGNES. The sound of the music dies away.]