The woman turns to go.
ISABEL. (within) Who is asking for Mr. Falcington?
THE WOMAN. I am Mrs. Falcington,—his wife.
ISABEL. (at the inner door) Oh!
MRS. FALCINGTON. And you are Isabel Summers?
ISABEL. Yes.
MRS. MURPHY. The Lord have mercy!
She escapes.
ISABEL. Sit down.
MRS. FALCINGTON. Thank you. I will. (She does so.) Harold is out?