Mrs. Mountcalm-Villiers. I have my carriage. (To Elizabeth.) Can I give you a lift?
Elizabeth. Thank you. (To Geoffrey.) We shall meet again.
Geoffrey. I feel sure of it.
(Mrs. Mountcalm-Villiers and Elizabeth go out.)
Phoebe. (To Hake.) Are Miss Blake’s things dry yet?
Janet. They’ll be quite all right, dear. Please don’t trouble. (She advances a timid hand to Geoffrey.) Goodbye, Mr. Chilvers.
Geoffrey. (He takes it smiling.) Goodbye.
(She goes out; Hake follows.)
Phoebe. Goodbye, old boy. (They shake hands.) Don’t you let her walk over you. Make her fight.
Annys. (Laughing.) Don’t you worry about that.