Isabel. Yes. That is, when Mr. Oberville arrives.
Footman (going out). Very good, m’m.
Warland (to Isabel, who is moving toward the door). Where are you going?
Isabel. To my room now—for a walk later.
Warland. Later? It’s past three already.
Isabel. I’ve no engagement this afternoon.
Warland. Oh, I didn’t know. (As she reaches the door.) You’ll be back, I suppose?
Isabel. I have no intention of eloping.
Warland. For tea, I mean?
Isabel. I never take tea. (Warland shrugs his shoulders.)