I've not had the pleasure of seeing him, Miss Dyott.
MISS DYOTT.
You can join the young ladies, thank you.
PEGGY.
Thank you, Miss Dyott. [In the doorway she waves Reginald's letter defiantly, but quickly disappears as Miss Dyott turns round.]
MISS DYOTT.
Now, if Vere will only remain upstairs a few moments longer! [She goes hurriedly to the left-hand door, listens, and turns the key, then to the centre door, listens again and appears satisfied, after which she throws open the window and waves her handkerchief, calling in a loud whisper.] Mr. Bernstein! Mr. Bernstein! I have left the door on the latch. Come in, please. [Closing the window and going to the door. Very shortly afterwards, Otto Bernstein, a little elderly German, with the air of a musician, enters the room.] Thank you for following me so quickly. [Closing the door and turning the key.]
BERNSTEIN.
You seemed so agitated that I came after your cab mit anoder.