Sir P. But I am not your friend.
Nor. Well, as between two men of the world. Miss Derwent’s an awfully nice girl, but you know, one must look after the dibs.
Sir P. Sir, I may be a man of the world, or I may not, but I do not hold consultations in that capacity. Good evening. (going R.)
Nor. Sir Peter! One moment! (following. Exit Sir Peter, followed by Normantower, R.I.D. Kate staggers from conservatory, L.C., and drops into sofa, the picture of desolation.)
Re-enter Lord Normantower, R.I.D. Stops short on seeing Kate.
Nor. (R.C.) There she is. (stands looking at Kate)
Kate. (giving her eyes a final wipe and rising, aside) I don’t care. (pockets handkerchief)
Nor. (goes to her) Miss Derwent, you’ve been crying. Something’s the matter.
Kate. Don’t trouble about me. I’m “all right.”
Nor. “All right?” (aside) Do sit down!