[Lady Kitty takes the album and looks at it. Then she lets it slip from her hands and covers her face with her hands. She is crying.
[In consternation.] My dear, what’s the matter? Oh, what have I done? I’m so sorry.
Lady Kitty. Don’t, don’t talk to me. Leave me alone. It’s stupid of me.
[Elizabeth looks at her for a moment perplexed, then, turning round, slips her arm in Champion-Cheney’s and leads him out on to the terrace.
Elizabeth. [As they are going, in a whisper.] Did you do that on purpose?
[Porteous gets up and goes over to Lady Kitty. He puts his hand on her shoulder. They remain thus for a little while.
Porteous. I’m afraid I was very rude to you before dinner, Kitty.
Lady Kitty. [Taking his hand which is on her shoulder.] It doesn’t matter. I’m sure I was very exasperating.
Porteous. I didn’t mean what I said, you know.