Mrs. Futvoye.
[Resignedly.] I thought you were bringing us all this way for nothing! And when you must be quite exhausted enough as it is, after lecturing all the afternoon!
Professor Futvoye.
I'm not in the least exhausted, Sophia; not in the least!
Mrs. Futvoye.
Well, Anthony, if you're not, Sylvia and I are! [She sits in armchair by the window.] But why you couldn't wait till eight o'clock to know how Horace got on at that sale I can't think!
Professor Futvoye.
He ought to have been back long ago! I can see no excuse for his dawdling like this. None whatever!
[He sits on right of table.
Sylvia.