Cobbett.
Don’t dash my hopes to the ground, Miss Hall. I was flattering myself you didn’t look upon me altogether with indifference.
[Archibald Insoley comes in from the garden.
Archibald.
Ah, I thought I’d find you still at breakfast.
Claude.
We’re a lazy lot. I suppose you’ve been up and about for the last two hours.
Grace.
[Looking at him.] Is anything the matter?
Archibald.