farrant. Horsham still arguing with Maconochie. They're got to Botany now.
walter kent. Demonstrating something with a . . what's that thing?
walter goes out.
farrant. [With a throw of his head towards the distant horsham.] He was so bored with our politics . . having to give his opinion too. We could just hear your piano.
And he follows walter.
mrs. farrant. Take Amy O'Connell that lace thing, will you, Lucy?
lucy davenport. [Her tone expressing quite wonderfully her sentiments towards the owner.] Don't you think she'd sooner catch cold?
She catches it up and follows the two men; then after looking round impatiently, swings off in the direction mrs. o'connell took. The three women now left together are at their ease.
frances trebell. Did you expect Mr. Blackborough to get on well with Henry?