Lady John. She'll understand. There they are. (Glancing at the clock.) It's very important she should have them in time to look over before she goes——
(Butler opens the door L.)
(Over her shoulder.) Is that Miss Levering?
Butler. No, m'lady. Mr. Farnborough.
[Exit Butler.
(Enter the Hon. R. Farnborough. He is twenty-six; reddish hair, high-coloured, sanguine, self-important.)
Farnborough. I'm afraid I'm scandalously early. It didn't take me nearly as long to motor over as Lord John said.
Lady John (shaking hands). I'm afraid my husband is no authority on motoring—and he's not home yet from church.
Farn. It's the greatest luck finding you. I thought Miss Levering was the only person under this roof who was ever allowed to observe Sunday as a real Day of Rest.
Lady John. If you've come to see Miss Levering——
Farn. Is she here? I give you my word I didn't know it.