Phoebe. Mamma’s instructions. Can’t tell you anything more except that I gather the matter’s important, and is to be kept secret.
Annys. Mamma isn’t here, is she?
Phoebe. (Shakes her head.) Reaches St. Pancras at two-forty. (Looks at her watch.) Train’s late, I expect.
(Hake has entered.)
Annys. (She hands Hake her hat and coat.) Have something ready in case Lady Mogton hasn’t lunched. Is your master in?
Hake. A messenger came for him soon after you left, ma’am. I was to tell you he would most likely be dining at the House.
Annys. Thank you.
(Hake goes out.)
Annys. (To Elizabeth.) I so want you to meet Geoffrey. He’ll alter your opinion of men.
Elizabeth. My opinion of men has been altered once or twice—each time for the worse.