edward. Past.
mrs. voysey. [as edward is behind her.] Can anyone see the clock?
alice. It's past ten, Auntie.
mrs. voysey. Then I think I'll go to my room.
emily. Shall I come and look after you, Mother?
mrs. voysey. If you'd find Honor for me, Emily.
emily goes in search of the harmless necessary honor and mrs. voysey begins her nightly chant of departure.
mrs. voysey. Good night, Alice. Good night, Edward.
edward. Good night, Mother.
mrs. voysey. [with sudden severity.] I'm not pleased with you, Beatrice.