mrs. opie. Hut.
mrs. opie takes the cloak into the dining-room. Then sarah comes a little towards lord arthur, but waits for him to speak.
lord arthur. [A little awkwardly.] You are not looking well.
sarah. To our memory . . and beyond your little chat with my husband about me . . I want to speak an epitaph.
lord arthur. Charlie Cottesham behaved most honourably.
sarah. And I think you did. Why have you not let me tell you so in your ear till now, to-day?
lord arthur. Sarah . . we had a narrow escape from. . .
sarah. How's your wife?
lord arthur. Well . . thank you.
sarah. Nervous, surely, at your travelling in winter?