Archie (sotto voce, to Pilliner). We don't want any more missin' of trains, eh? I'll go round and see the cart properly balanced myself this time.
Pilliner (in the same tone). No, dear boy, you're not to be trusted! I'll see that done, then the bard and his train will be alike in one respect—neither of 'em 'll be missed!
Miss Spelwane (to herself, piqued.) Going already! I wish I had never touched his ridiculous snowdrops!
Lady Culverin. Well, shall we go in to lunch, everybody?
[They move in irregular order towards the dining-hall.
Undershell (in an undertone to Lady Maisie, as they follow last). Lady Maisie, I—er—this is just a little unexpected. I confess I don't quite understand your precise motive in suggesting so—so hasty a departure.
Lady Maisie (without looking at him). Don't you, Mr. Blair? Perhaps—when you come to think over it all quietly—you will.
[She passes on, leaving him perplexed.
"PERHAPS—WHEN YOU COME TO THINK OVER IT ALL QUIETLY—YOU WILL."