Alma. Nothing been heard yet?
Ned. Not since she was traced to Leeds; there the clue was lost.
Alma. Did she know anybody there?
Ned. Not that I know of. What is she doing? What can she be living on? Alma, it drives me nearly mad sometimes. (rises; gets back, L.)
Re-enter Susan, L.C., with Dick.
Susan. Here’s Mr. Dick, miss. (Exit, L.C.)
Alma. Oh, you’ve come at last!
Dick. Did you expect me? (puts hat on sofa)
Alma. To be sure I did! Brought the engagement with you?
Dick. What engagement?