Lady C. (aside) I’ve said too much.
Sir G. How did you get it? There’s no post at this hour.
Philip. (with his disengaged hand produces Rose’s envelope from his pocket) In the letter which you gave to me——
Sir G. Oh—ah!
Philip. And which I have just opened.
Sir G. The letter in the lady’s handwriting.
Philip. Of her own accord, she releases me——
Sir G. This is a marvellous coincidence.
Philip. (shows letter) But here the letter is.
Sir G. How alike you women write! I could almost have sworn that envelope was in my niece’s hand.