Lucy. (trying to walk) Let me go first! I can’t bear to see anyone.
Alma. Put Mrs. Chetwynd in my room. When you feel stronger, I will talk to you.
Susan. (leading Lucy off) I’m very sorry!
Alma. Take another warning! (picks up puff. Exeunt Susan and Lucy, R.C.) Was ever anything so inopportune! (puffing her face vigorously. Enter Sir Humphrey, L.C.) Sir Humphrey! Is it you? (crosses to Sir Humphrey; comes down with him) How kind of you to come and see me!
Sir H. I have come to ask you to see someone else, Mrs. Blake.
Alma. Anyone you like, of course.
Sir H. Even your husband?
Alma. Tom! (leans on chair)
Sir H. I’ve brought him with me. Once I said I might be of service to you; and I can now, if you will see him.