Cynthia. I hope Cairo was delightful? Did you have a smooth voyage?
Sudley. [Pompously.] You must permit me, Mrs. Karslake—
Cynthia. [With good temper, somewhat embarrassed, and talking herself into ease.] Oh, please don't welcome me to the family. All that formal part is over, if you don't mind. I'm one of the tribe now! You're coming to our wedding to-morrow?
Sudley. My dear Mrs. Karslake, I think it might be wiser—
Cynthia. [Still with cordial good temper.] Oh, but you must come! I mean to be a perfect wife to Philip and all his relations! That sounds rather miscellaneous, but you know what I mean.
Sudley. [Very sententious.] I am afraid—
Cynthia. [Gay and still covering her embarrassment.] If you don't come, it'll look as if you were not standing by Philip when he's in trouble! You'll come, won't you—but of course you will.
Sudley. [After a self-important pause.] I will come, Mrs. Karslake. [Pausing.] Good-afternoon. [In a tone of sorrow and light compassion.] Good-bye, Mary. Good-afternoon, Sarah. [Sighing.] Grace, dear. [To Miss Heneage.] At what hour did you say the alimony commences?
Miss Heneage. [Quickly and commandingly to cover his slip.] The ceremony is at three P. M., William.
[Sudley walks toward the door.