[Going forward eagerly.] Ah.
[She comes through the curtains. She wears a
kimono, her hair is all dishevelled, hanging
about her head in a tangled mop. She is
not made up and looks haggard and yellow
and lined. When Mereston sees her he
gives a slight start of surprise. She plays
the scene throughout with her broadest
brogue.
Lady Frederick.
Good-morning.
Mereston.
[Staring at her in dismay.] Good-morning.
Lady Frederick.
Well, what have you to say to me?
Mereston.
[Embarrassed.] I—er—hope you slept all right.