[Jessie goes out with an air of baffled curiosity.
Pringle.
[Shaking hands with Mrs. Futvoye.] Pray excuse my coming in unannounced—but it's rather urgent.
Mrs. Futvoye.
How do you do, Mr. Pringle? [Indicating the sofa below the window.] Do sit down.
Pringle.
I feel reassured already. I had a dreadful apprehension that I might come too late.
Mrs. Futvoye.
[With a pathetic attempt to maintain appearances.] Half past twelve is surely quite early enough. Not that I am anything but delighted to see you, at any time.
Pringle.