Hulloa, am I in the way? Shall I go?
Grace.
[Passing her hand wearily across her forehead.] No. I’ve just finished.... Try and get your father to come, Peggy.
Peggy.
Well, I’ll do what I can, mum.
[She goes out. Grace gives a little exclamation, partly of distress, partly of indignation.
Cobbett.
What’s the matter? You seem rather put out.
Grace.
That’s the daughter of one of the keepers. She came to me just now and asked me to beg Claude to give them a little more time. I hadn’t an idea what she meant. Then she said Claude had told her father he must send her away within twenty-four hours or lose his place.