[To herself.] I wonder whether the world will be of the same colour when I am married? Mr. Murray seems changing already.
Mr. Cheal.
My dear!
[Cheal offers his arm to Leslie, who, as she takes it, looks appealingly at Hugh, but he will not notice her.]
Leslie.
Mr. Murray! Mr. Murray!
[She leaves the room on Cheal’s arm, attended by Priscilla.]
Wilfrid Brudenell.
I say, we shan’t be long getting married. I wish you could detain the young lady till I return.
Hugh Murray.