You are English. You will make me agree with Mr. Varlie’s opinion of your country’s sanity.
Loveday.
British women are free from the need to care what foolish people think! (Turning to Gordon.) We will go to London, Gordon, and there I’ll work for you and your great idea, for all I’m worth!
(Gordon takes a step towards her, his face shining with enthusiasm.)
Act III.
About a Couple of months later than Act II.
The Duchess of Rainshire’s drawing-room, London. The fore-part of the stage represents an alcove of the big drawing-room; the back of the stage opens out so as to suggest a large room beyond. Heavy curtains hang on either side of back of alcove. Left second entrance, a door leading direct from alcove to outer hall. Left front, up against wall and projecting into room, a grand piano, closed. Right front, a large Chesterfield placed at convenient angle. One or two small chairs, big pictures, a palm or two, etc., as in a first class house.
The Duchess of Rainshire, Loveday and Gordon discovered in the foreground. Back of stage occasional guests pass to and fro in the big drawing-room, and faint sounds of music in the distance are heard.
The Duchess is a middle-aged, smart woman of the world, with a commanding manner and quick way of speaking, but kindly.