Rule Britannia, and what price the Union Jack?
Norah.
[With a laugh.] You’re incorrigible.
Hornby.
I am.... I suppose there’s nothing you want me to take home. I shall be going down to Tunbridge Wells to see mother. Got any messages?
Norah.
I don’t know that I have. Eddie has just brought me a couple of letters. I’ll have a look at them. [She opens Miss Pringle’s letter, reads two or three lines, and gives a cry.] Oh!
Marsh.
What’s the matter?
Norah.