Sir Robert.
Dorothy!
Lady Dorothy.
May I speak to you for a moment?
Sir Robert.
[To men.] Excuse me. Go in, gentlemen. Sit
down without ceremony. I'll follow you presently.
[To Lady Dorothy.] Well?
Lady Dorothy.
Sorry to trouble you at such a time, but the matter
is urgent. It's about Peggy. Lucy, the nurse, is no
longer a possible person to have charge of such a
nervous, imaginative child. She must have a governess immediately.
Sir Robert.
[Going up.] I agree. Find one as soon as possible.
Lady Dorothy.
Another moment, Robert. Do you remember that
our dear Margaret used to speak of a Swiss governess
whom she wished to engage?
Sir Robert.
[Coming back.] The one she found in the Engadine?
I do.
Lady Dorothy.
Well, this letter has come from the girl to-night.
It was addressed to Margaret, and I thought you
would like me to open it, so I did. Clearly the girl
hasn't heard of our darling's death. She writes to
say she is leaving her situation, and if Margaret still
