They have gone, Ephgraves.
Ephgraves.
Yes. [Handing him a slip of paper.] Will you see the young lady now?
Hugh Murray.
Certainly. [Ephgraves goes out.]
Hugh Murray.
[Reading.] “Miss Janet Preece, introduced by Mr. Wilfrid Brudenell.”
[Ephgraves ushers in Janet Preece, a pretty, simply-dressed girl of about eighteen, with a timid air, and a troubled look.]
Janet Preece.