Reg. Adrienne, my aunt—Miss Maitland.
Adri. [Bows haughtily.] We’ve met before. [To Reginald.] Conduct me to my room. [Reginald bows. Exeunt Adrienne and Reginald, D. L. 2 E. Hilda follows with wraps, etc. Morris crosses to R. Sinks in armchair R. of table.]
Anas. H’m! I thought so! An iceberg. Proud and dignified. Above such humble surroundings! Brother!
Mor. My son! my son!
Anas. Did I not tell you? Perhaps you’ll give me credit in the future for a little sense.
Mor. [Sternly.] Anastasia! Leave me.
Anas. Well, you needn’t bite my head off because I spoke the truth. [Exit in dudgeon, D. R. 3 E.]
Mor. My fondest expectations blighted. Heaven grant they will be happy! but—[shakes his head] I doubt it—I doubt it.
Enter Reginald, D. L. 2 E. He approaches table slowly. Morris rises and turns away.