C.-C. Yes, I do.
Lady Kitty. Hughie, what shall I do?
Porteous. Do what you like. I shall never blame you for anything.
[The Footman comes in with a letter on a salver. He hesitates on seeing that Elizabeth is not in the room.
C.-C. What is it?
Footman. I was looking for Mrs. Champion-Cheney, sir.
C.-C. She’s not here. Is that a letter?
Footman. Yes, sir. It’s just been sent up from the “Champion Arms.”
C.-C. Leave it. I’ll give it to Mrs. Cheney.