You are very kind. [He sits down.] But—to be quite frank—I called to see the Professor. Could I have a word or two with him at once?
Mrs. Futvoye.
[Who has taken a chair near the sofa.] I'm so sorry—but that's really impossible just now.
Pringle.
Indeed? I trust he is not unwell—after last night?
Mrs. Futvoye.
N—not unwell exactly. But—not quite his usual self.
[More noise from study, and Sylvia's voice heard exclaiming: "Papa! Papa!"
Pringle.
[Looking round.] He seems to be in his study,—and I thought I heard Miss Sylvia's voice.