MRS. WHEEDLES.
(Crying softly.) I believe you're right, ma'am.
TED MORRIS.
(At window looking out.) Hulloa, here's Jack. (To Cherry.) Shall I ask him in here?
ADAM CHERRY.
(Moving towards door at back. ) No, dear boy. I'll send him up to you myself.
NELLY MORRIS.
(Who has exchanged glances with Cherry at the mention of Jack's name, slips across quietly and meets him at door just as he is going out.) I shall always love you, Mr. Cherry. You're such a grand little gentleman.
(Cherry, taking her face between his hands, kisses her and goes out.)