[Exeunt both, laughing, L. Each time the door, L., is opened, a babel of female voices is heard from within, and such phrases as “Peter Robinson’s,” “Swan and Edgar’s,” “Stagg and Mantle’s,” are distinctly audible above the clink of teacups, etc.
Re-enter Margery, R.; she goes straight to Lady Wargrave’s chair, and is about to carry the cushion into the room, L., when Gerald, who has stood back, watching her, advances.
GERALD.
Margery! [Margery drops the cushion and turns.] Thank you! God bless you!
MARGERY.
For what, sir?
GERALD.
You have not told my aunt.
MARGERY.