SIR PATRICK. I think we’d better go. We can tell the charwoman what to do.
They take their hats and go to the door.
MRS DUBEDAT [coming from the inner door wonderfully and beautifully dressed, and radiant, carrying a great piece of purple silk, handsomely embroidered, over her arm] I’m so sorry to have kept you waiting.
SIR PATRICK } [amazed, all] { Dont mention it, madam.
B.B. } [together] { Not at all, not at all.
RIDGEON } [in a confused] { By no means.
WALPOLE } [murmur] { It doesnt matter in the least.
MRS. DUBEDAT [coming to them] I felt that I must shake hands with his friends once before we part to-day. We have shared together a great privilege and a great happiness. I dont think we can ever think of ourselves ordinary people again. We have had a wonderful experience; and that gives us a common faith, a common ideal, that nobody else can quite have. Life will always be beautiful to us: death will always be beautiful to us. May we shake hands on that?
SIR PATRICK [shaking hands] Remember: all letters had better be left to your solicitor. Let him open everything and settle everything. Thats the law, you know.
MRS DUBEDAT. Oh, thank you: I didnt know. [Sir Patrick goes].