Mrs. Chinn. Not always, sir. Of course, if I hadn’t been able to do my duty by them I should have had to. But, thank God, I’ve always been strong.
Geoffrey. (He rises.) I will see what can be done.
Mrs. Chinn. Thank you, sir.
Geoffrey. (Half-way, he turns.) When does the next boat sail—for Canada?
Mrs. Chinn. To-morrow night, sir, from Glasgow. I have booked his passage.
Geoffrey. (With a smile.) You seem to have taken everything for granted.
Mrs. Chinn. You see, sir, it’s the disgrace. All the others are doing so well. It would upset them so.
(He goes out.)
(There is a moment.)
(Annys enters. She is wearing her outdoor things.)