1st Shep.
That’s what I say. It had better been the other way about.
Loveday.
(Swiftly, in anger.) How can you say that?
Nora.
(Running out of house.) What is the fuss?
1st Shep.
(A little important as being the bearer of sad news.) Ah, Missy, it’s sad tidings there is in this telegram. Mr. Robert’s killed.
Nora.