Tom.
Mrs. Mossop. asked me to bring that upstairs. It was in the Telfers' room, you know, and she fancied——-
Rose.
How good of her! thanks, Tom. [Taking off her hat and mantle.] Poor Mr. and Mrs. Telfer! they still wander mournfully about the "Wells"; they can get nothing to do.
[Carrying her hat and umbrella, she disappears through the curtains.]
Tom.
[To Avonia, in a whisper, across the room.] The Telfers——!
Avonia.
Eh?