Lucy. (with Sir Humphrey, top of stairs, L.) Will you take my arm?
Sir H. Thanks, I need no assistance. (stumbles and is obliged to take Lucy’s arm) Dear me, how bad my rheumatism is to-day.
Dr. (turns to Mrs. Dozey, smiling grimly) Poor Humphrey!
Mrs. D. (rises) He gets very feeble.
Sir H. (to Lucy) Mrs. Blake’s train is very nearly due. See if the brougham has been sent to meet her.
Mrs. D. Mrs. Blake? (Exit Lucy, through window, C. and L.)
Sir H. A visitor whom we expect today. (puts cap on table)
Dr. A lady visitor?
Sir H. Yes, a young widow, from Australia, whom we met on the Continent this summer, and whose society proved so agreeable (Dr. and Mrs. Dozey exchange glances) to my ward, Miss Preston, that I invited her to visit us, when she returned to England.
Mrs. D. A widow. (crosses in front to L.)