Jean. It's not that I was arranging. I want to hear those women in Trafalgar Square—the Suffragettes.
Stonor (incredulous, but smiling). How perfectly absurd! (Looking after Lady John.) Besides, I expect she wouldn't like my carrying you off like that.
Jean. Then she'll have to make an excuse and come too.
Stonor. Ah, it wouldn't be quite the same——
Jean (rapidly thinking it out). We could get back here in time for dinner.
(Geoffrey Stonor glances down at the handkerchief still in his hand, and turns it half mechanically from corner to corner.)
Jean (absent-mindedly). Mine?
Stonor (hastily, without reflection). No. (Hands it to Miss Levering as she passes.) Yours.
(Miss Levering, on her way to the lobby with Lord John seems not to notice.)