I don’t think so.
[There is a slight, rather awkward pause. Mr. Wynne gets up. His manner shows that he is not impressed by Mrs. Wickham’s generosity.]
Wynne.
Well, I think I must leave you.
Wickham.
We must go, too, Dorothy.
Dorothy.
[Quite at ease.] Oh, it’ll only take five minutes to get down to the station in a cab.
Wynne.
Good-bye, Miss Marsh. If I can be of any help to you I hope you’ll let me know.