MISS COBLEY (sobbing): I'm sure I….
MRS. HAVERTON (savagely): Don't stand snuffling there!
Go back and tell your mother what I say….
Impudent hussy!…
(Exit MISS COBLEY sobbing. A pause.)
REV. A. HAVERTON (with assumed authority): To return to Helen.
Tell me concisely and without complaints,
Why did she give you notice?
(A hand-bell rings in the passage.)
FIDO: Bow-wow-wow!
REV. A. HAVERTON (giving him a smart kick): Shurrup!
FIDO (howling). Pen-an'-ink! Pen-an'-ink
Pen-an'-ink! Pen-an'-ink!
REV. A. HAVERTON (controlling himself, as well as he can, goes to
the door and calls into the passage): Miss Grosvenor!
(Louder) … Miss Grosvenor!… Was that the bell for prayers?
Was that the bell for prayers?… (Louder) Miss Grosvenor.
(Louder) Miss Gros-ve-nor! (Tapping with his foot.)
Oh!…
MISS GROSVENOR (sweetly and, far off): Is that Mr. Haverton?