MARGERY.
Cross again! [As Gerald turns again, he finds himself face to face with her, holding her mouth out.] Penalty!
GERALD.
It is for Captain Sylvester to forgive you.
SYLVESTER.
Anything. Mrs. Cazenove can do no wrong. [Bows. Margery curtseys.] But where’s Agnes? Happening to pass this way, I thought I might perhaps give her a lift home.
MARGERY.
Oh! Gerald expects Mrs. Sylvester——
GERALD.
Later on, later on!