ROBERT.
One more match and I am happy.
[Richard strikes another match, hands it to him and rises also. Archie comes in by the door on the left, followed by Beatrice.]
ROBERT.
Congratulate me, Beatty. I have won over Richard.
ARCHIE.
[Crossing to the door on the right, calls.] Mamma, Miss Justice is going.
BEATRICE.
On what are you to be congratulated?
ROBERT.
On a victory, of course. [Laying his hand lightly on Richard’s shoulder.] The descendant of Archibald Hamilton Rowan has come home.
RICHARD.
I am not a descendant of Hamilton Rowan.
ROBERT.
What matter?
[Bertha comes in from the right with a bowl of roses.]
BEATRICE.
Has Mr Rowan...?