[Holding up the fillet.] My poor mother's fillet.
Sir William.
[Looking at it] I may have seen her. [Thoughtfully.] I was a young man then. [Looking at Rose steadily.]Put it on, my dear.
[She goes to the mirror and puts on the fillet.]
Sir William.
[Examining the Order.] Lord bless us! how he stirred me! how he——!
[He puts the chain over his shoulders. Rose turns to him.]
Rose.
[Advancing to him.] There!