Vida. But, my dear Matthew,—I had to come. [Aside to him.] I have a reason for being here.
[Thomas, who has left the room, again appears.
Matthew. [With a helpless gesture.] But, my dear child—
Thomas. [With sympathetic intention.] Sir, Mr. Phillimore wishes to have your assistance, sir—with Miss Heneage immediately!
Matthew. Ah! [To Vida.] One moment! I'll return. [To Thomas.] Have you found the bag with my surplice?
He goes out with Thomas, speaking. Sir Wilfrid moves at once to Vida. John, moving to a better position, watches the door.
Sir Wilfrid. [To Vida.] You're just the person I most want to see!
Vida. [With affected iciness.] Oh, no, Sir Wilfrid, Cynthia isn't here yet! [She moves to the table, and John, his eyes on the door, coming toward her, she speaks to him with obvious sweetness.] Jack, dear, I never was so ravished to see any one.
Sir Wilfrid. [Taken aback.] By Jove!