Jean. Oh, is she? Who? Which? I do hope she'll be one of the wild ones.
Mr. P. (speaking through this last. Glancing at the new arrival whose hat appears above the platform R.). That's all right, then. (Turns to the left.) When I've attended to this microbe that's vitiating the air on my right——
(Laughter and interruptions from the crowd.)
Stonor (staring R., one dazed instant, at the face of the new arrival, his own changes).
(Jean withdraws her arm from his and quite suddenly presses a shade nearer the platform. Stonor moves forward and takes her by the arm.)
We're going now.
Jean. Not yet—oh, please not yet. (Breathless, looking back.) Why I—I do believe——
Stonor (to Lady John, with decision). I'm going to take Jean out of this mob. Will you come?
Lady John. What? Oh yes, if you think—— (Another look through her glasses.) But isn't that—surely its——!!!
(Vida Levering comes forward R. She wears a long, plain, dark green dust-cloak. Stands talking to Ernestine Blunt and glancing a little apprehensively at the crowd.)