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.