Miss P. I'll ring for her at once. (makes movement, rises and crosses to L.)
Cray. (hastily) Hold hard! Stop that, old woman! (Miss Pillenger pauses) I don't want to see her—there wouldn't be any good in that—the meeting would be painful all round. (rising) No! you do what I say—tell her to pack up her traps and go—and then my arms will be open to her. (Miss Pillenger returns and sits) Good mornin'! (crosses C.)
(Crayll goes L., Dorvaston intercepts him.)
Dor. You're not leaving us?
Cray. Yes, I am!
Dor. I think not!
Cray. What d'you mean? I suppose I can go when I like? (moves forward)
Dor. You will go when I like; and before you do, you've got to face the lady you've just been trying to injure. Sit down there (pointing to settle) and don't move, or I shall hurt you! (Crayll hesitates) Sit down! (Crayll sits sulkily) Now I'm going to ring the bell, and Mr. Pillenger will send for Mrs. Crayll; but if you try to get away, I shall probably hurt you rather badly. Do you follow me?
Cray. Yes.
Dor. That's all right. (crosses and rings bell; to Mr. Pillenger) Sorry to take the business out of your hands, sir, but we've got to see it through, don't you know?