Archibald.
I’m afraid Peggy’s death upset her very much.
Mrs. Insoley.
[Irritably.] That’s the worst of those sort of people, they have no self-control. If she’s going to give way like this at the death of a kitchen-maid, what on earth is she going to do at the death of a duchess?
Archibald.
Is it a riddle, mother?
[Grace comes in. She looks tired and worn. She is in a very nervous state. She gives the impression that any folly, any wildness may be expected from her.
Grace.
Good morning, Archibald.