Anne.
At last!... Father, father.
[She comes back into the room, excitedly, and at the same time a vague, muffled shouting is heard in the distance. Etchingham springs to his feet.
Etchingham.
Thank God. The suspense was awful.
Lady Francis.
There’s no mistaking it this time.
Etchingham.
Is he in? Is he in?
Anne.