Denzil? I've never 'eard of 'im. Will you get to me to-day?
Tom.
We—we expect to do so.
Telfer.
Very well. [Stiffly.] Let me be called in the street. [He stalks away.]
Mrs. Telfer.
[Relieved.] Thank Heaven! I was afraid James would break out.
Rose.
[To Mrs. Telfer.] But you, dear Mrs. Telfer—you weren't at the reading—what are you cast for?