Sorel
He’s in his study—you’d better go up.
Jackie
I don’t know the way.
Sorel
Irritably.
Oh, well—I’ll take you. Come on. Wait a minute, Richard. It’s along that passage, and the third door on the right.
She takes her to the top of the stairs.
Jackie
Oh, thank you.
She goes out despondently.
Sorel
Coming down again.
The poor girl looks half-witted.
Richard
She’s shy, I think.
Sorel
I hope Father will find her a comfort.
Richard
Tell me one thing, Sorel, did your father and mother know I was coming?
Sorel
Oh, yes; they were awfully pleased.
Richard
A rather nice-looking woman came down, in a big hat, and went into the garden with a young man, without saying a word.