(But the flowers rather like him for this; it is possibly what gave them a certain idea.)
JOANNA (near the keyhole of the dining-room door). The men are rising.
ALICE (hurriedly). Very well, Matey, we agree—if the 'tip' is good enough.
LADY CAROLINE. You will regret this.
MATEY. I think not, my lady. It's this: I wouldn't go out to-night if he asks you. Go into the garden, if you like. The garden is all right. (He really believes this.) I wouldn't go farther—not to-night.
MRS. COADE. But he never proposes to us to go farther. Why should he to-night?
MATEY. I don't know, ma'am, but don't any of you go—(devilishly) except you, my lady; I should like you to go.
LADY CAROLINE. Fellow!
(They consider this odd warning.)
ALICE. Shall I? (They nod and she tears up the telegram.)