Jessie.
He seems to be disturbing of himself, madam—just had an accident with something. Hadn't I better go in and clear it up?
[She again makes a movement towards the sliding-doors.
Mrs. Futvoye.
Certainly not! Leave the room and attend to your work. [The front door bell rings.] Good gracious! the visitors' bell! Jessie, I'm not at home! Nobody is at home! Whoever it is, mind!
Jessie.
[Who has gone to the door leading to the hall and opened it, turns to Mrs. Futvoye.] I forgot to mention it, madam, but after that foreign gentleman called to see the master this morning, I found there's something wrong with the catch of the front door—leastways, I can't get it to shut, do what I will.
[Pringle comes in through the door which Jessie is holding open.
Mrs. Futvoye.
[Rises and makes a step forward.] Mr. Pringle! You can go, Jessie.