Dawson. Good. [Mrs. Lorrimer coughs.] Mrs. Lorrimer— [Shaking her hand.] I have followed you here—they told me at your house.
Mrs. Wolton. [Rather hopefully.] You want to see Mrs. Lorrimer?
Mrs. Lorrimer. [Very quickly, aside to Mrs. Wolton with humour.] Say "Emily"—that may help a little, too!
Mrs. Wolton. You want to see Emily?
Dawson. [A momentary surprise at the name.] Emily, sweet name—er—yes, if you will allow me, alone. [Goes right, takes out handkerchief, and mops brow.
Mrs. Wolton. Alone!—very well! [Aside to Mrs. Lorrimer.] I'd no idea it would come so soon. It must be that.
Mrs. Lorrimer. [Blushing.] No, no, it's something else— [Believing though that it is.
Mrs. Wolton. [Still aside.] One thing delights me, you're as much in love as he is— [Aloud.] Good-bye, Emily.
Mrs. Lorrimer. [Aloud, with emphasis.] Good-by, Laura! [Mrs. Wolton exits.
Dawson. Mrs. Lorrimer— [Crosses centre.] I want to speak to you on a matter of the greatest privacy.