(Exit Bridget, R.)
(A pause in which Mr. G. seats himself, L., leaning back exultantly.)
Mrs. G. (as if unconscious of what had passed). Is there any news from abroad?
Mr. G. (crustily). No.
Mrs. G. What course is Germany expected to take?
Mr. G. (in a forbidding tone). I don’t know.
(Mrs. G. rises and folds up her work. Mr. G. thinks, with a thrill of gratification, that, in the absence of Bridget, Mrs. G. will be obliged to get supper.)
Mrs. G. (having reached the door, turns back). By the way, Mr. Grover, my mother and myself are going out to tea. We are invited to Mrs. Haven’s.
Mr. G. (startled). But what am I to do?
Mrs. G. (carelessly). I don’t know, really, unless you come up with us. I presume Mrs. Haven will be very much pleased to see you. Will you come?