Geoffrey. (He comes to her, kisses her, he is in a state of suppressed excitement.) I shall be. I came back to bring you some news.
Phoebe. We’ve got some news for you. Have you heard—
Geoffrey. (He stays her.) May I claim man’s privilege for the first word? It is news, I am sure, you will all be delighted to hear. A friend of yours has been appointed to an office where—it is quite possible—he may be of service to you.
Phoebe. Governorship of Holloway Gaol?
Geoffrey. Not a bad guess. Very near it. To the Under-Secretaryship for Home Affairs.
Lady Mogton. Who is it?
Geoffrey. (He bows.) Your affectionate and devoted servant.
Annys. You!
Phoebe. (Genuinely delighted. She is not a quick thinker.) Bravo! Congratulations, old boy! (She has risen—she slaps him on the back.)
Annys. Geoffrey! (She puts her arms about him.) You never told me anything.