BERTHA.
But she must be exhausted.
BEATRICE.
[Quickly.] Not in the least. I was thinking of the lesson in the train.
ROBERT.
[To Bertha.] You see what it is to have a conscience, Mrs Rowan.
ARCHIE.
Of my lesson, Miss Justice?
BEATRICE.
[Simply.] It is ten days since I heard the sound of a piano.
BERTHA.
O, very well. If that is it...
ROBERT.
[Nervously, gaily.] Let us have the piano by all means. I know what is in Beatty’s ears at this moment. [To Beatrice.] Shall I tell?
BEATRICE.
If you know.
ROBERT.
The buzz of the harmonium in her father’s parlour. [To Beatrice.] Confess.
BEATRICE.
[Smiling.] Yes. I can hear it.