Beata.
A note asking you to luncheon to-morrow to meet some friends. Nothing more.
Richard.
What is the object----
Beata.
It seems there has been some gossip at the clubs, and this is the shortest way of putting a stop to it. (Entreatingly.) You'll come, Richard, won't you?
Richard.
Beata! Why should we go through this new misery?
Beata (in wild anxiety).
Richard, you will come? You must come.