Etchingham.
Oh, I knew you’d blame me. And I suppose you’ll blame me because a confounded earthquake smashed up one of our railways.
Lady Francis.
And how d’you propose to raise fifteen thousand pounds?
Etchingham.
That’s just it. It would be devilish awkward. And George is in a confounded tight place too.
Lady Francis.
You’d better talk to Kate. I’ll send for her.
[She touches a bell, and gives her order down a speaking tube.
Lady Francis.