[The person smiles at this. He wishes he had not looked to see if she was smiling.
SIR HARRY. [Sharply.] Put it down.
[Lady Sims flushes a little as she lays the sword aside.
KATE. [With her confounded courtesy.] It is a beautiful sword, if I may say so.
LADY SIMS. [Helped.] Yes.
[The person thinks she can put him in the wrong, does she? He'll show her.
SIR HARRY. [With one eye on Kate.] Emmy, the one thing your neck needs is more jewels.
LADY SIMS. [Faltering.] More!
SIR HARRY. Some ropes of pearls. I'll see to it. It's a bagatelle to me. [Kate conceals her chagrin, so she had better be shown the door. He rings.] I won't detain you any longer, miss.
KATE. Thank you.