The room is now in darkness, except for the firelight, which throws a strong glow over Lady Carlyon, so that her slightest movement is quite visible to the audience, but not from the L. side of the desk. At present she is fast asleep and motionless.
Re-enter Sir George, L., followed by Philip.
Sir G. Yes, they have gone to bed. The lamp has been turned down. Now we can smoke. (about to turn lamp up)
Philip. Don’t turn it up, please. This half light is charming.
Sir G. Just as you like, but I can scarcely see you. (takes up cigar box)
Philip. (aside) So much the better.
Sir G. A cigar? (offers box)
Philip. Thanks. (takes one)
Sir G. Now we can talk more comfortably. (takes a cigar himself while Philip lights his with a match which he then hands to Sir George) Thanks. (Philip sits, L., Sir George, C.) As I was saying, Rose being my ward, I am concerned in this affair, and what I just now recommended as a friend, in my position as her guardian I can insist upon.
Philip. I have already said, Sir George, that I intend to act on your advice.