In comes old mr. george booth, older too in looks than he was eighteen months back. Very dandyishly dressed, he still seems by no means so happy as his clothes might be making him.
mr. booth. 'Ullo, Hugh! I thought I should find you, Edward.
edward. [formally.] Good morning, Mr. Booth.
hugh. [as he collects his hat, his coat, his various properties.] Well . . Beatrice and I go down to Chislehurst to-morrow. I say . . d'you know that old Nursie is furious with you about something?
edward. [shortly.] Yes, I know. Good bye.
hugh. How are you?
He launches this enquiry at mr. booth with great suddenness just as he leaves the room. The old gentleman jumps; then jumps again at the slam of the door. And then he frowns at edward in a frightened sort of way.
edward. Will you come here . . or will you sit by the fire?
mr. booth. This'll do. I shan't detain you long.
He takes the chair by the table and occupies the next minute or two, carefully disposing of his hat and gloves.