But why didn’t you let us know you’d changed your plans, mother?

Mrs. Insoley.

I did let you know. I wrote to Grace yesterday. She must have got my letter this morning.

Grace.

Oh, how stupid of me! I recognised your writing, and as it was my birthday I thought I wouldn’t open it till to-morrow.

Claude.

Grace!

Grace.

I’m dreadfully sorry.

Mrs. Insoley.