ROBERT.
[Turning towards Bertha.] Richard is coming tonight to the vicechancellor’s dinner. The fatted calf will be eaten: roast, I hope. And next session will see the descendant of a namesake of etcetera, etcetera in a chair of the university. [He offers his hand.] Good afternoon, Richard. We shall meet tonight.
RICHARD.
[Touches his hand.] At Philippi.
BEATRICE.
[Shakes hands also.] Accept my best wishes, Mr Rowan.
RICHARD.
Thanks. But do not believe him.
ROBERT.
[Vivaciously.] Believe me, believe me. [To Bertha.] Good afternoon, Mrs Rowan.
BERTHA.
[Shaking hands, candidly.] I thank you, too. [To Beatrice.] You won’t stay to tea, Miss Justice?
BEATRICE.
No, thank you. [Takes leave of her.] I must go. Good afternoon. Goodbye, Archie [going].
ROBERT.
Addio, Archibald.
ARCHIE.
Addio.
ROBERT.
Wait, Beatty. I shall accompany you.