Philip. Your niece!
Sir G. I am her guardian, since my sister died.
Philip. Then, she is your wife’s——
Sir G. Niece by marriage. (crosses, L.) They have just come back from the theatre.
Philip. Oh! (drops into chair, C.)
Sir G. I hear them.
Enter Rose Dalrymple, in evening dress, as if returning from the theatre.
Rose. Ah, Uncle George! (about to embrace)
Philip. (springs up again) Rose!
Rose. Philip! (rushes to his arms)