Fred. Poor, poor Eve!
Enter Ruth.
Ruth. I’ve brought this note from my lady.
Mr. S. Oh! There may be an answer. Stay.
Ruth. (quietly). Yes; I’ll stay.
Mr. S. (reads note). Oh! Mrs. Van Brugh writes to say that she wishes to see me this afternoon—alone. (Sits down to write.)
Fred. Alone! Oh, then—then perhaps I’d better withdraw. (With affected emotion.)
Ruth. Ay, perhaps you better had.
(She follows him with her eyes as he goes to the door. He seems uneasy. Then exit.)
Mr. S. There is the answer. (Finishing note.)