(Bill has gone up to Lady Patricia, who stands motionless with a tragic face, staring before her. His appearance is that of a naughty schoolboy, hat in hand and shifting from one foot to the other.)
Bill.
(To Lady Patricia.) I—I—I—I’m sorry—I’ve behaved rottenly—but I—I—I’m awfully fond of you.... Of course I ought—but you see—I—that’s to say—but she—she’s—you know what I mean—I’m——
Lady Patricia.
Enough....
(Bill goes to Clare, who gives him her hand.)
Clare.
Now for the pater....
Bill.