Edith.
[Aside to Miss Vernon.] Don’t you think we might go down to the lake?
Miss Vernon.
By all means.... There’s nothing I can get you, Mrs. Insoley?
Mrs. Insoley.
[Graciously.] Nothing, my dear Helen.
[Miss Vernon and Edith Lewis go out, and a moment later Cobbett slips out also.
Mrs. Insoley.
Claude, will you take Miss Hall into the dining-room and give her a sandwich and a glass of port?