Geoffrey. (He reads the short letter with a gathering frown—hands it across to St. Herbert.)
St. Herbert. (Having read, he passes it back in silence.)
Geoffrey. (To Ginger.) Do you know the contents of this letter?
Ginger. The matter has been discussed among us—informally.
Geoffrey. Tell Lady Mogton I’ll—talk to her myself on the subject.
Ginger. Thank you. (She collects her etceteras.) Good afternoon.
Geoffrey. (Shortly.) Good afternoon.
Ginger. (She bows graciously to St. Herbert, who responds. Goes out.)
Geoffrey. The devil of it is that it’s the truth.
St. Herbert. Somebody was bound to say it, sooner or later!