(The Maid hurries to obey and draws the heavy velvet curtains, shutting off the alcove from the main drawing room and stations herself by them.)
Minister.
Dear, dear, what is this all about! Why it is a clergyman! isn’t it? What on earth are they handling a clergyman in this fashion for? Why, Smithers man, you are to guard me, not to assist a young ruffian in mauling a reverend gentleman.
Smithers.
(Puzzled, half relaxing hold on Varlie) I’m sure, Sir, I don’t know—
Loveday.
Don’t, don’t leave him! For God’s sake hold him.
Duchess.
What on earth is this outrageous fracas about? Loveday, I’m amazed! The Rev. Dr. Chapman is an American whom I know and respect. Let him go at once, Smithers. And you, Mr. Hyde, you outrageous humbug!