Margaret comes dragging into the room, shutting the door behind her.
Sydney. [The laughter dying out of her] Oh, Mother, how white you look!
Margaret. Has Kit gone?
Sydney. No, but I can get rid of him if you want me to.
Margaret. I want him to wait. I want him to take a letter for me to Gray.
Sydney. Do you want Gray to come here?
Margaret. I want him not to come here.
Sydney. Oh, I see, not till after Father’s gone.
Margaret. He’s not going.