We will conceal ourselves in the summer-house and hear what they have to say to each other.
Mrs. O’Farrel.
Really, Dean!
Dean.
We may disregard the rules of ordinary morality in a situation like this. I speak professionally. Quick! (He draws her towards the summer-house.)
Mrs. O’Farrel.
Well, upon my word!...
(They go into the summer-house, and sit with the door open, but invisible in the gloom of the interior. Voices are heard beneath. Then Clare enters on the left, followed by Michael.)
Clare.
Father!... (She looks around her.) Why, they’ve gone!...