Lady Maisie. Didn't you? And whose fault was that?
Capt. Thick. Not mine, anyhow. You were somewhere about the grounds with Mr. Blair.
Lady Maisie. Now you mention it, I believe I was. We had—rather an interesting conversation. Still, you might have come to look for me!
Capt. Thick. Perhaps you wouldn't have been over and above glad to see me.
Lady Maisie. Oh, yes, I should!—When it was to say good-bye, you know!
Capt. Thick. Ah! Well, I suppose I shall only be in the way if I stop here any longer now.
Lady Maisie. Do you? What makes you say that?
Capt. Thick. Nothin'! Saw your friend, the Bard, hurryin' along the terrace with a bunch of snowdrops; he'll be here in another——
Lady Maisie (in unmistakable horror). Gerald, why didn't you tell me before? There's only just time!
[She flies to a door and opens it.