Yes.
Lucy.
[To Lady Kelsey.] Won't you lie down and try and sleep a little? You must be dreadfully exhausted.
Lady Kelsey.
Ah, don't think of me now, dear. Think of yourself.
Lucy.
[Smiling.] It's purely selfish. It eases me a little to fuss about you.
George.
I'll wait in the smoking-room, Lucy.
Lucy.