George Winter.
Yes. Etchingham, d’you mind ...?
Etchingham.
Of course not.
[He goes up to Catherine, who is standing at the window, and begins talking to her. The conversation between George Winter and Bennett proceeds in a lower tone, sinking almost to a whisper as it goes on.
George Winter.
What the devil’s the matter, Fred? You’re looking like a dying duck in a thunderstorm.
Bennett.
There’s been a cable from Macdonald, Governor.