(sits on the end of the lounge, facing audience)
Philip. (sits, C.) I was tired and hungry, but your cook has kindly seen to that.
Sir G. Lady Carlyon had quite given you up, or she would have stayed in to welcome you.
Philip. My train was very late.
Sir G. Oh, by-the-bye (rises) there is a letter waiting for you. (gives it him)
Philip. Thanks. (Sir George resumes his seat—aside) Rose’s hand. (pockets it)
Sir G. My wife is at the theatre.
Philip. Oh!
Sir G. We have had another visitor to-day—a niece of mine, who has come from abroad. I promised I would take her to the play, but just as I was leaving chambers some briefs tumbled in, and I thought it might be as well to glance them over; so my wife has taken her.
Philip. Lady Carlyon is quite well, I hope.