lord goring. It is a matter of the gravest importance, Phipps.
phipps. I understand, my lord.
lord goring. No one else is to be admitted, under any circumstances.
phipps. I understand, my lord. [Bell rings.]
lord goring. Ah! that is probably the lady. I shall see her myself.
[Just as he is going towards the door lord caversham enters from the smoking-room.]
lord caversham. Well, sir? am I to wait attendance on you?
lord goring. [Considerably perplexed.] In a moment, father. Do excuse me. [lord caversham goes back.] Well, remember my instructions, Phipps—into that room.
phipps. Yes, my lord.
[lord goring goes into the smoking-room. harold, the footman shows mrs. cheveley in. Lamia-like, she is in green and silver. She has a cloak of black satin, lined with dead rose-leaf silk.]