[Silence, during which the three men look at each other.
Morris. [Abruptly.] And how's Patricia?
Duke. [A little hazily.] Oh, she's very well, I think. She....
[He hesitates slightly.
Morris. [Smiling.] Well, then, where's Patricia?
[There is a slightly embarrassed pause, and the Doctor speaks.
Doctor. Miss Carleon is walking about the grounds, I think.
[Morris goes to the garden doors and looks out.
Morris. It's a mighty chilly night to choose. Does my sister commonly select such evenings to take the air—and the damp?
Doctor. [After a pause.] If I may say so, I quite agree with you. I have often taken the liberty of warning your sister against going out in all weathers like this.