Farn. Yes, by Jove! (Turning to the others clustered round the window.) What gigantic luck!
(Those outside crane and glance, and then elaborately turn their backs and pretend to be talking among themselves, but betray as far as manners permit the enormous sensation the arrival has created.)
Stonor. How do you do?
(Shakes hands with Mrs. Heriot, who has rushed up to him with both hers outstretched. He crosses to Jean, who meets him half way; they shake hands, smiling into each other's eyes.)
Jean. Such a long time since we met!
Lord J. (to Stonor). You're growing very enterprising. I could hardly believe my ears when I heard you'd motored all the way from town to see a supporter on Sunday.
Stonor. I don't know how we covered the ground in the old days. (To Lady John.) It's no use to stand for your borough any more. The American, you know, he "runs" for Congress. By and by we shall all be flying after the thing we want.
(Smiles at Jean.)
Jean. Sh! (Smiles and then glances over her shoulder and speaks low.) All sorts of irrelevant people here.
Farn. (unable to resist the temptation, comes forward). How do you do, Mr. Stonor?