ALICE, who somehow could do without Ginevra to-night, ‘Cosmo is waiting for you, Miss Dunbar, to see you home.’
GINEVRA, with a disquieting vision of her landlady, ‘I must go.’ She gives her hand in the coldest way to Mrs. Grey. Then, with a curtsey to Steve that he can surely never forget, ‘Mr. Rollo, I am sure there is much good in you. Darling Amy, I shall be round first thing in the morning.’
STEVE. ‘Now that she has gone, can we—have a talk?’
ALICE, looking down, ‘Yes, Steve.’
AMY, gently, ‘Mother, what was that you called him?’
ALICE. ‘Dear Amy, I forgot. Yes, Mr. Rollo.’
STEVE. ‘Then, Alice—’
AMY. ‘This lady’s name, if I am not greatly mistaken, is Mrs. Grey. Is it not so, mother?’
ALICE. ‘Yes, Amy.’
STEVE. ‘As you will; but it is most important that I say certain things to her at once.’