[Lucy Allerton, hearing a commotion, comes in. She is older than George, a tall girl, white now, with eyes heavy from want of sleep. She has lived in the country all her life, and has brought up to London a sort of remoteness from the world. She is beautiful in a very English manner, and her clear-cut features are an index to a character in which the moral notions are peculiarly rigid. Self-control is a quality which she possesses in a marked degree, and one which she enormously admires in others.
Lucy.
Who is it?
George.
It's Alec Mackenzie. He's come from the trial!
Lucy.
Then it's finished at last. [She shakes hands with Dick.] It's so good of you to come.
Boulger.
You're perfectly wonderful, Lucy. How can you be so calm?
Lucy.