[She shakes hands, evidently delighted to see them.
Withers.
We’ve brought them up to London for a little jaunt.
Holland.
Won’t you all sit at our table? There’s plenty of room.
Withers.
That’s very kind of you. [To his wife.] Fanny, you know Mr. Holland.
Mrs. Withers.
Yes, of course I do. How do you do, Lady Wanley.
Lady Wanley.