(Lady Patricia’s voice is heard speaking beneath.)
Clare.
Hush!... And I’m going home now. Don’t try to prevent me, like a good chap. And I want to walk back alone.
(Lady Patricia emerges speaking to Baldwin, who follows her.)
Lady Patricia.
We’ve come just at the wonderful moment, Baldwin. All the west is a ritual of gold. (She has a wrap over her of a wonderful sunset hue and a white lily in her hand.) Here’s poor Baldwin deeply grieved because he’s shooed away every time he gets to work!
Michael.
He didn’t seem to be doing anything particular, dearest, when I sent him away.
Lady Patricia.