I expect they’re reading out the figures.
[Teddie O’Donnell rushes in, rather dishevelled, with his hat on the back of his head.
O’Donnell.
He’s in!
Anne.
How ripping!
[Francis Etchingham sinks into a chair, too overcome to speak, trying to compose himself. Catherine puts her hand on his shoulder to show her sympathy.
Lady Francis.
What’s the majority?
O’Donnell.