Douglas. Yes.
Marion. They know?
Douglas. Not the truth!
Marion. Thank you.
Douglas. Mrs. Lorrimer is arranging it. [Footman off stage calls "43." The numbers are repeated in another voice and farther away. A moment's pause.
Douglas. I wish I could comfort you.
Marion. [Smiling strainedly at him.] Thank you. [Footman calls "56!—56!—89!" "32!—32!—61!" Douglas holds back the portière into ball-room.
Marion. I'd better go back to mother. How good you are to us—believe me, I appreciate it all, Douglas, all. [Enter Dawson hurriedly. Shows excitement and emotion. At the same moment enter Fletcher from ball-room at back. The two men speak the word "Marion" at the same time, and turning, see each other. Dawson also observes the presence of Douglas.] Uncle Fred! [Crosses to him. Footman calls "115!">[ [To Dawson.] You know!
Fletcher. [Gently, persuasively joining her.] Why didn't you send for me at once?
Dawson. Gentlemen, you will forgive me if I thank you both and say the guests are leaving. The family would like to be alone.