Kate. That’ll do, children, I’m quite out of breath. (comes down C. Tom and Mildred run off into grounds L.)
Bea. I am afraid the children give you no rest, Miss Derwent. (R.C., L. of table)
Kate. Oh, I don’t mind. I like it. I was a dreadful tomboy myself, when I was their age. I haven’t forgotten how to play leap-frog yet.
Bea. Your memory is really wonderful.
Kate. And I believe I could give as good a back—(stooping to give a back, Normantower down R. laughs. Catching sight of Normantower, puts her hand to her mouth and stops short)
Bea. (obliged to introduce them) Lord Normantower—Miss Derwent. (he bows)
Kate. (nodding) How d’ye do? (turns and speaks to Sir Peter).
Bea. (turns to Normantower, R.) You have not been here lately—Philip has made such improvements! You’ll scarcely know the old place again. May I have the pleasure of showing it you?
Nor. I shall be delighted. (Beatrice turns up a few steps C., Normantower crosses to Kate, C.) Perhaps Miss Derwent will come with us. (Beatrice bites her lips)
Sir P. (rising) Miss Derwent will stop here. (Beatrice smiles maliciously) I want to speak to her.