Kate. It is not a question of money. Remember, if this secret is made known——
Phil. Ah!
Kate. What will be said of her?
Phil. That never crossed my thoughts.
Kate. (goes down a few steps, C.) Think of it now. It is not too late.
Phil. Oh! (pressing his hands to his temples) What am I to do?
Kate. (to R. of sofa, below it and kneels) Do what is best for everyone. Accept a favour from a sister who asks you—on her knees! Keep our secret! Remain here—the master of Ravenhurst. Philip! For Mildred’s sake.
Phil. (opening his arms) Kate! may God bless you!
Kate. Brother! (falling into his arms. Beatrice stands with her head bowed submissively)
Sir P. (comes to Kate who rises, he takes her away R.C. a few steps) There, that’s settled. Now, let my patient have a little rest.