He takes them with great dignity and is leaving the room.
peacey. Here's Mr. Hugh waiting.
edward. To see me? Ask him in.
peacey. Come in, Mr. Hugh, please.
hugh comes in, peacey holding the door for him with a frigid politeness of which he is quite oblivious. At this final slight peacey goes out in dudgeon.
edward. How are you, Hugh?
hugh. Good Lord!
And he throws himself into the chair by the fire. edward quite used to this sort of thing, goes quietly on with his work, adding encouragingly after a moment . .
edward. How's Beatrice?
hugh. She's very busy.