PERCY. Think of the example you set if you put in an appearance.
MRS. M. Yes, dear; I have thought of that, but it wouldn’t do for them to see me asleep.
FOSTER. [who always has the effect of trying to smooth things over.] I’m sure it is better for you to rest, Mrs. Massey, than walk such a distance twice a day!
MRS. M. Yes, it is rather a long way. It’s quite a quarter of an hour’s walk, and I don’t care to ride on Sundays.
LILY plays, choosing the mournful hymn, “Abide with me.” CHARLEY fidgets, goes to the piano and then back again to the window.
MASSEY. Can’t you find a seat, Charles? You look uncomfortable.
CHARLEY. Plenty, thanks. Sybil only has half a one.
SYBIL. Oh, Mr. Wilson. [She fidgets away from PERCY, who pulls her back again.]
LILY has played the tune through. She stops.
MRS. M. That’s such a nice tune, don’t you think, Walter?