Alma suddenly appears on the lawn outside, standing an instant in the sunshine, with her head turned to Sir Humphrey, who passes the window a moment afterwards.
Alma. Oh, what a lovely lawn! We must have tennis there, Sir Humphrey.
Sir H. If I could play the game——
Alma. I’ll teach you. (they pass on, R., out of sight)
Lucy. Tom, what’s the matter?
Tom. Who was that—passed the window?
Lucy. That was Mrs. Blake. What do you think of her?
Tom. Blake?
Lucy. I believe you’re smitten. Men are all alike.
Tom. Just in time—only just.