Lord J. Miss Levering.
(They bow.)
(Enter Greatorex, sidling in with an air of giving Mrs. Freddy a wide berth.)
Jean (to Miss Levering with artless enthusiasm). Oh, have you been hearing him speak?
Miss L. Yes, I was visiting some relations near Dutfield. They took me to hear you.
Stonor. Oh—the night the Suffragettes made their customary row.
Miss L. The night they asked you——
Stonor (flying at the first chance of distraction, shakes hands with Mrs. Freddy). Well, Mrs. Freddy, what do you think of your friends now?
Mrs. F. My friends?
Stonor (offering her the Sunday paper). Yes, the disorderly women.
Mrs. F. (with dignity). They are not my friends, but I don't think you must call them——