CRICHTON (reluctantly). Mrs. Perkins.
LORD LOAM (shaking hands). Very delighted, Mrs. Perkins. Mary, our friend, Mrs. Perkins.
LADY MARY. How do you do, Mrs. Perkins? Won’t you sit here?
LORD LOAM (threateningly). Agatha!
AGATHA (hastily). How do you do? Won’t you sit down?
LORD LOAM (introducing). Lord Brocklehurst—my valued friend, Mrs. Perkins.
(LORD BROCKLEHURST bows and escapes. He has to fall back on ERNEST.)
LORD BROCKLEHURST. For heaven’s sake, Ernest, don’t leave me for a moment; this sort of thing is utterly opposed to all my principles.
ERNEST (airily). You stick to me, Brocky, and I’ll pull you through.
CRICHTON. Monsieur Fleury.