(A moment.)
Lady Mogton. Where do you get that from?
Phoebe. From St. Herbert. The present member is his cousin. They say he can’t live more than a week.
Mrs. Mountcalm-Villiers. It really seems like Providence.
Annys. (Has taken the opportunity of giving Phoebe a grateful squeeze of the hand.)
Lady Mogton. You will fight Manchester?
Annys. Yes. (Laughs.) And make myself a public nuisance if I win.
Lady Mogton. Well, must be content with that, I suppose. Better not come in; the room’s rather crowded. I’ll keep you informed how things are going.
(She goes out, followed by Janet.)
Mrs. Mountcalm-Villiers. I’ll stay with you, dear.