John. She is in hysterics.
Phil. Mildred ill! (rises and goes quickly across R. Exeunt Johnson and Philip R.U.D.)
Bea. (follows across to R.C. up stage) Never mind Mildred! Philip dear! (stamps her foot) Only another second and—— (moves down C. looking at glass)
Phil. (off) Beatrice!
Re-enter Tom breathless, R.
Tom. Oh, Mrs. Selwyn, please do come to Mildred! She’s in a fit, or something. (R. of Beatrice)
Bea. Nonsense!
Tom. Do come, please! (passes behind to L. of her) The shock has been too much for her.
Re-enter Philip quickly.