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get better with rest and care. And Chris is strong . . . at least, he used to be. Please, you mustn’t take it so hard. (She touches her arm.)
Kitty : Don’t . . . don’t touch me. Jenny . . .
[She puts out her hand to Jenny, who takes it. Margaret stands shaken.
I think, Mrs. Grey, if that’s all, you’d better go.
Margaret : Yes, I’ll go. He’s at that hospital I said.
Kitty : What is it, Ellen?
Ellen : It’s Mr. Baldry, ma’am, Mr. Frank Baldry.
Kitty : Frank? Frank? Jenny, what can he want? What can he be doing here?
Jenny : Kitty . . .
[They look at each other, with surmise in their eyes.
Kitty : You think . . . perhaps it’s something about Chris?
Jenny : It might be. What would he be doing here, away from Devonshire?
Kitty : One moment, Ellen. Mrs. Grey . . . I wonder if you’d mind waiting in another room for a little?
Margaret : I was just going.
Kitty : I know . . . but I should be obliged if you could wait . . . now . . . just for a little.
Margaret : Very well, I’ll wait. I’ve told you all I know.
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