I like the stars....
(She turns loftily from him and talks to Mrs. O’Farrel and Michael.)
Lady Patricia.
(To the Dean.) I’m so sorry! (To Clare.) I was trying to persuade your father to stay with you, Clare. But he’s bent on putting finishing-touches to to-morrow’s sermon.
Michael.
(To the Dean.) I’ll see Miss Lesley home, of course.
Mrs. O’Farrel.
Can we drop you at the Deanery?
Dean.