Dean.
Ah, good morning, Cosway.
Michael.
(Standing still at the back and looking at Lady Patricia with startled eyes; whispers.) Patricia!... Have you told her?
Dean.
Hsh!
(Without greeting Mrs. O’Farrel he goes to Patricia, who stares straight before her.)
Michael.
Patricia, dearest.... I—I didn’t expect to find you here.
Lady Patricia.