Mrs. H. You were expecting Mr. Stonor all the time!
Jean. He promised he'd come to luncheon if it was humanly possible; but I was afraid to tell you for fear he'd be prevented.
Lord J. (laughing as he crosses to the lobby). You felt we couldn't have borne the disappointment.
Jean. I felt I couldn't.
(The lobby door opens. Lady John appears radiant, followed by a tall figure in a dust-coat, &c., no goggles. He has straight, firm features, a little blunt; fair skin, high-coloured; fine, straight hair, very fair; grey eyes, set somewhat prominently and heavy when not interested; lips full, but firmly moulded. Geoffrey Stonor is heavier than a man of forty should be, but otherwise in the pink of physical condition. The Footman stands waiting to help him off with his motor coat.)
Lady John. Here's an agreeable surprise!
(Jean has gone forward only a step, and stands smiling at the approaching figure.)
Lord J. How do you do? (As he comes between them and briskly shakes hands with Stonor.)
(Farnborough appears at the French window.)