[To Rankling.] Risk it.
RANKLING.
Risk it. [Reginald has risen from the table and is seen tapping Saunders upon the shoulder and speaking to him rapidly and excitedly.]
SAUNDERS.
No, I have not! [Talking together, Reginald and Saunders go out hurriedly.]
MALLORY.
What's the matter with that charming young fellow now? [To the table.] Excuse me. [He follows them out.]
DINAH.
[Tearfully to Gwendoline.] Reginald's jealousy gets worse and worse. I am sure it will cloud our future.