Mrs. Chinn. Just as many as come, dear. God sends the love with them.
(There is a moment; the two women are very close to one another. Then Annys gives a little cry and somehow their arms are round one another.)
(She mothers her into the easy chair above the fire; places a footstool under her feet.) You have your cry out, dearie, it will do you good.
Annys. You look so strong and great.
Mrs. Chinn. It’s the tears, dearie. (She arranges the foot-stool.) You keep your feet up.
(The handle of the door is heard. Mrs. Chinn is standing beside her own chair. She is putting back her handkerchief into her bag.)
(Geoffrey re-enters.)
(Annys is hidden in the easy chair. He does not see her.)
Geoffrey. Well, Mrs. Chinn, an exhaustive search for the accused will be commenced—next week.
Mrs. Chinn. Thank you, sir.