Sydney. Father’s got away.
Miss Fairfield. What? Who spoke to you?
Sydney. The head man—what’s his name? Rogers! Frightfully upset.
Miss Fairfield. I should think so. Why, the poor fellow’s dangerous.
Sydney. Apparently he’s been very much better lately, and this last week, a marked change, he says.
Miss Fairfield. [Agitated] You mean he’s getting well?
Sydney. Looks like it. Rogers was awfully guarded but—apparently they’d already written to Uncle Hugh and the solicitors.
Miss Fairfield. They ought to have written to me.
Sydney. Of course, they wouldn’t write to Mother—now—but we ought to have heard.
Miss Fairfield. When did they miss him?