Hugh Murray.
Yes, yes—I know!
Mr. Cheal.
You have been down to the school at Helmstead often enough—why on earth didn’t the child fall in love with you?
Hugh Murray.
No—true, true. But I have no pretensions to—— of course—I—— [He strikes a bell.] I fear my argument has been very poor.
[Ephgraves ushers in Leslie Brudenell, a sweet-looking girl, tastefully but simply dressed, who is accompanied by her brother Wilfrid, a handsome, boyish young man of about one-and-twenty, and her maid Priscilla, a healthy-looking country girl.]
Leslie.
Oh, Mr. Cheal, am I late?
Mr. Cheal.