LADY DEDMOND. [To MALISE] If you have any decency left, sir, you will allow my son, at all events, to speak to his wife alone. [Beckoning to her husband] We'll wait below.
SIR CHARLES. I—I want to speak. [To CLARE] My dear, if you feel like this, I can only say—as a—as a gentleman——
LADY DEDMOND. Charles!
SIR CHARLES. Let me alone! I can only say that—damme, I don't know that I can say anything!
He looks at her very grieved, then turns and marches out, followed by LADY DEDMOND, whose voice is heard without, answered by his: "What!" In the doorway, as they pass, GEORGE is standing; he comes in.
GEORGE. [Going up to CLARE, who has recovered all her self-control]
Will you come outside and speak to me?
CLARE. No.
GEORGE glances at MALISE, who is leaning against the wall with folded arms.
GEORGE. [In a low voice] Clare!
CLARE. Well!