Geoffrey. The result?
Hake. The whole thing, sir. Such a sweet lady, we all thought her.
Geoffrey. Life, Hake, is a surprising affair.
(A ring is heard.)
I expect that’s she. She has forgotten her key.
(Hake goes out.)
(Geoffrey continues his letters. A few moments pass; Hake re-enters, closes the door.)
Hake. (He seems puzzled.) It’s a lady, sir
(Geoffrey turns.)
Hake. At least—hardly a lady. A Mrs. Chinn.