Weaver.
Yes, ma’am—Lord Dangars.
Leslie.
Lord Dangars here! Oh! Dunstan, Dunstan!
Irene.
[To herself.] So soon—so soon; so short a respite!
[Wilfrid and Janet come up the steps from the garden.]
Leslie.
[To herself as she reads the letter.] Ah, I knew it! My poor Dun, to be victimized by such a companionship. I quite understand, Weaver. Mr. Renshaw will be here almost directly?
Weaver.