[Exit Mrs. Parbury, closing door.
Parbury.
Gunning! Not George surely? [Quickly gets the card.] It is! My dear old friend; I wouldn’t miss seeing him for worlds! [Rushes to window, opens it, and bends out.] Why, there he is, going across the lawn! [Shouts.] George! George!! Hi! Gunning!!!
[Runs off, R.
Gunning.
[Outside, very distant.] Hullo, Clement!
Parbury.
[Outside.] Wait a moment, old chap!
[Miss Woodward goes up and looks through window, comes down, and with her handkerchief carefully dusts a photograph of Parbury which stands on book-case up L.C., then looks at the portrait of Mrs. Parbury, which is C. on wall over mantel, shrugs her shoulders slightly, returns to desk.
Enter Parbury and Gunning, R., through window.