Griggs. Yes, madam.
Mrs. Dermott. Thank you, Griggs.
(Exit Griggs, R.)
Really, I don't know what I should do without that man. I believe he's Scotch, but he's quite invaluable.
Mrs. Crombie. So it seems.
Evangeline. Will Sylvia and Uncle Daniel be here in time for dinner, mother?
Mrs. Dermott. Yes, his train arrived at Euston at eleven-thirty. They ought to be here quite soon now, unless, of course, anything has happened to the car—but still, Sylvia drives very carefully. They taught her to do lots of things like that on the films, you know—they're awfully daring—I shall never forget when they made her jump off Westminster Bridge on a horse—my sister Amy was scandalized, and I said——
Mrs. Crombie. I can quite imagine it. It was very plucky of your daughter to do it, though I'm glad Faith isn't on the films—I should be worried to death.
Mrs. Dermott. Of course I felt like that at first—but one gets hardened to anything—even my poor brother's approaching death seems less terrible now—at the time when he told us it was a fearful shock, but somehow——
Mrs. Crombie. It must be terribly sad for you. Faith told me about it this morning. What is he suffering from?