Sir Wilfrid. Hello! We'd almost given you up!
John. [In his agitation unable to find Phillimore's number.] Just a moment! I'm trying to get Phillimore on the 'phone to—to tell Mrs. Karslake—
Sir Wilfrid. No good, my boy—she's on her way here! [John drops the book and looks up dumbfounded.] The Reverend Matthew was here, y' see—and he said—
John. [Rising, turns.] Mrs. Karslake is coming here? [Sir Wilfrid nods.] To this house? Here?
Sir Wilfrid. That's right.
John. Coming here? You're sure? [Sir Wilfrid nods assent.] Fiddler, I want you to stay here, and if Mrs. Karslake comes, don't fail to let me know! Now then, for heaven's sake, what did Matthew say to you?
Sir Wilfrid. Come along in and I'll tell you.
John. On your life now, Fiddler, don't fail to let me—
[Sir Wilfrid carries John off with him.
Vida. [From the dining-room.] Ah, here you are!