Lady C. Can’t! Why? (slight pause)
Philip. (drops his head) I have destroyed it.
Lady C. Ah! (turns up and sits at desk) Sit down a moment whilst I write the letter. (writes rapidly)
Philip. It would be to no purpose.
Lady C. Oh, I will make it to the purpose. (writing)
Philip. Ah, if you only understood my situation!
Lady C. Pray sit down. (continues writing)
Philip. (sits on the end of lounge facing the audience—aside) How shall I tell her who it is requires it? (rises—aloud) Lady Carlyon——
Lady C. (writing) In one moment.
Philip. (sits—aside) How am I to say it? (pause—during which Lady Carlyon finishes and folds up the letter)