Walter Kent. [With disarming candour.] The truth is, you see, I haven't any as yet. I was Socialist at Oxford ... but of course that doesn't count. I think I'd better learn my job under the best man I can find ... and who'll have me.
Blackborough. [Gravely.] What does your father say?
Walter Kent. Oh, as long as Jack will inherit the property in a Tory spirit! My father thinks it my wild oats.
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. Farrant exhales delicately as if the air were a little refined by Blackborough's removal.]