Norah.

There they are.

Miss Pringle.

I’d better go, hadn’t I?

Norah.

I’m afraid you must.

Miss Pringle.

I do so want to know about the will. Can’t I go up to your room and wait there?

Norah.

No. I’ll tell you what, go and sit in the garden. They want to catch the four something back to London, and we can have a cosy little tea all by ourselves.