Mrs. H. (laying her hand on the girl's shoulder). It was too bad to have to tell you such a sordid story to-day of all days.
Jean. It is a very terrible story, but this wasn't a bad time. I feel very sorry to-day for women who aren't happy.
(Motor horn heard faintly.)
(Jumping up.) That's Geoffrey!
Mrs. H. Mr. Stonor! What makes you think...?
Jean. Yes, yes. I'm sure, I'm sure——
(Checks herself as she is flying off. Turns and sees Lord John entering from the garden.)
(Motor horn louder.)
Lord J. Who do you think is motoring up the drive?
Jean (catching hold of him). Oh, dear! how am I ever going to be able to behave like a girl who isn't engaged to the only man in the world worth marrying?