Oh! I was thinking, my dear, that unfortunately there is no mother to receive you now. I’m only an old bachelor, and you’ll be—er—give me a word.
Mrs. Parbury.
[Kisses him, and goes to door, L. She looks across the room at her husband, and then whispers to herself.] He’ll never let me go.
[Exit, L.
Parbury.
[To Gunning.] She’ll not go, my dear fellow.
Gunning.
Humph! You think not? Anyway, I must,
Parbury.
Don’t.