Stonor. "Got us——"?
Jean. Miss Levering and me.
Stonor (incensed). Miss L——
Butler (opens the door and announces). Mr. Farnborough.
(Enter Mr. Richard Farnborough—more flurried than ever.)
Farn. (seeing Stonor). At last! You'll forgive this incursion, Miss Dunbarton, when you hear—— (Turns abruptly back to Stonor.) They've been telegraphing you all over London. In despair they set me on your track.
Stonor. Who did? What's up?
Farn. (lays down his hat and fumbles agitatedly in his breast-pocket). There was the devil to pay at Dutfield last night. The Liberal chap tore down from London and took over your meeting!
Stonor. Oh?—Nothing about it in the Sunday paper I saw.
Farn. Wait till you see the Press to-morrow morning! There was a great rally and the beggar made a rousing speech.