Very good, madam.
[Exit.
Archibald.
[Startled.] D’you mean to say you’re going to tell him like that?
Grace.
It’s the only way I can do it.
Archibald.
[Overcome.] Good God, what have I done?
Grace.
He’ll read the letter, and then the worst will be over. I couldn’t have told him—I couldn’t.