SIR HARRY. [Shooting his cuffs.] Yes, yes. Good morning, my dear.
[Then they see each other, and their mouths open, but not for words. After the first surprise Kate seems to find some humor in the situation, but Harry lowers like a thunder-cloud.
LADY SIMS. [Who has seen nothing.] I have been trying to explain to her——
SIR HARRY. Eh—what? [He controls himself.] Leave it to me, Emmy; I'll attend to her.
[Lady Sims goes, with a dread fear that somehow she has vexed her lord, and then Harry attends to the intruder.
SIR HARRY. [With concentrated scorn.] You!
KATE. [As if agreeing with him.] Yes, it's funny.
SIR HARRY. The shamelessness of your daring to come here.
KATE. Believe me, it is not less a surprise to me than it is to you. I was sent here in the ordinary way of business. I was given only the number of the house. I was not told the name.
SIR HARRY. [Withering her.] The ordinary way of business! This is what you have fallen to—a typist!