[Peremptorily.] Gann, take your gun.
[The man stops, looks at his master, and then, cowed, picks it up. He lurches heavily out of the room. There is a pause. Grace draws a long breath.
Grace.
I’m glad you did that, Claude.
Claude.
[Thinking she refers to his attempts at apology.] It was very difficult to know what to say to him.
Grace.
I didn’t mean that. I meant, I’m glad you made him take the gun.
Claude.
Oh! Hang it all, you didn’t think I was likely to be frightened of one of my own servants, did you?