harold. What name, madam?
mrs. cheveley. [To phipps, who advances towards her.] Is Lord Goring not here? I was told he was at home?
phipps. His lordship is engaged at present with Lord Caversham, madam.
[Turns a cold, glassy eye on harold, who at once retires.]
mrs. cheveley. [To herself.] How very filial!
phipps. His lordship told me to ask you, madam, to be kind enough to wait in the drawing-room for him. His lordship will come to you there.
mrs. cheveley. [With a look of surprise.] Lord Goring expects me?
phipps. Yes, madam.
mrs. cheveley. Are you quite sure?
phipps. His lordship told me that if a lady called I was to ask her to wait in the drawing-room. [Goes to the door of the drawing-room and opens it.] His lordship’s directions on the subject were very precise.