As he goes to the door he meets edward, who comes in apparently looking for his father; at any rate catches his eye immediately, while mr. booth obliviously continues.
mr. george booth. Will you stroll round home with me?
mr. voysey. I can't.
mr. george booth. [mildly surprised at the short reply.] Well, good night. Good night, Edward.
He trots away.
mr. voysey. Leave the rest of the table, Phoebe.
phoebe. Yes, sir.
mr. voysey. You can come back in ten minutes.
phoebe and mary depart and the door is closed. Alone with his son mr. voysey does not move; his face grows a little keener, that's all.
mr. voysey. Well, Edward?