A Footman has come in.
the footman. Your car is round, sir.
blackborough. Ah! Good-night, Miss Davenport. Good-bye again, Mrs. Farrant . . a charming week-end.
He makes a business-like departure, farrant follows him.
the footman. A telephone message from Dr. Wedgecroft, ma'am. His thanks; they stopped the express for him at Hitchin and he has reached London quite safely.
mrs. farrant. Thank you.
[The Footman goes out. mrs. farrantexhales delicately as if the air were a little refined by blackborough's removal.]
mrs. farrant. Mr. Blackborough and his patent turbines and his gas engines and what not are the motive power of our party nowadays, Fanny.
frances trebell. Yes, you claim to be steering plutocracy. Do you never wonder if it isn't steering you?