Oh, I'll run up to her, then. (Moves towards door.)
ADAM CHERRY.
Yes, do, my dear. (Following her.) Let me——
PRIMROSE DEANE.
(Stopping him.) No, don't trouble, Mr. Cherry. I know my way. (Opens door, and goes out.)
THEODORE TRAVERS.
I say—I suppose there's no where in this room where I could hide, is there? (Looks round.) It will be a lovely scene, you know—quite a family group, Ben and his two wives. (Enthusiastically.) Why, such an opportunity may not occur again for years. Can't you put me behind these curtains? (He is by window.)
ADAM CHERRY.
Oh, my dear boy, impossible!