Claude.
Time to dress for dinner, darling. You won’t be late, will you? You know how mother hates to be kept waiting.
Grace.
[Dully.] No, I won’t be late.
[He takes her hand and presses it, then hurries out. She has given him her hand inertly, and it falls heavily to her side as he drops it. She remains standing where he left her. She tries to stifle the tearless sobs that seem to choke her. The Butler comes in.
Moore.
Peggy Gann wishes to know if you want to see her again, madam.
Grace.
[With a start.] Has she been waiting all this time?
Moore.