BERTHA.
[Looking at her.] What lovely long eyelashes you have! And your eyes have such a sad expression!
BEATRICE.
[Smiling.] I see very little with them. They are very weak.
BERTHA.
[Warmly.] But beautiful.
[She embraces her quietly and kisses her. Then withdraws from her a little shyly. Brigid comes in from the left.]
BRIGID.
I gave it to himself, ma’am.
BERTHA.
Did he send a message?
BRIGID.
He was just going out, ma’am. He told me to say he’d be here after me.
BERTHA.
Thanks.
BRIGID.
[Going.] Would you like the tea and the toast now, ma’am?
BERTHA.
Not now, Brigid. After perhaps. When Mr Hand comes show him in at once.