Minister.
Good, good.
(Loveday and Gordon, observing their nearness, rise and stand a little way off. The Duchess signals imperiously to Loveday, but she makes a determined grimace and slips round the left side of the sofa. As she leaves Gordon she whispers “The great moment is coming—Good Luck.” Gordon stands hesitating. The Duchess signs to him to come forward.)
Duchess.
Ah, here is the young man of whom I spoke to you. May I introduce Mr. Hyde? You said you could endure a chat with him. He wants your influence with the Prime Minister you know. I tell him you are even more important.
Minister.
Flatterer!
(Loveday behind the group waves her hand joyously. Hyde looks relieved and very pleased.)
Duchess.