(SIR JOHN PEMBURY comes in quickly; big, good-looking, decisive, friendly; a man who wears very naturally, and without any self-consciousness, an air of being somebody.)

PEMBURY (walking hastily past his wife to her writing-desk).  Hallo, darling!  Did I leave a cheque-book in here?  I was writing a cheque for you this morning.  Ah, here we are. (As he comes back, he sees THE STRANGER) I beg your pardon, Kate.  I didn’t see——­ (He is making for the door with the cheque-book in his hand, and then stops and says with a pleasant smile to THE STRANGER) But, perhaps you are waiting to see me?  Perkins said something——­

STRANGER (coming forward).  Yes, I came to see you, Sir John.

(He stands close in front of SIR JOHN, looking at him.  LADY PEMBURY watches them steadfastly.)

PEMBURY (tapping his cheque-book against his hand).  Important?

STRANGER.  I came to ask your help.

PEMBURY (looking at his cheque-book and then back with a smile at THE STRANGER).  A good many people do that.  Have you any special claim on me?

STRANGER (after a long pause).  No.

(PEMBURY looks at him, undecided, LADY PEMBURY comes forward.)

LADY PEMBURY.  All right, dear. (Meaning that she will look after THE
STRANGER till he comes back.)

PEMBURY.  I’ll be back in a moment. (He nods and hurries out)

(There is silence for a little, and then LADY PEMBURY claps her hands gently.)

LADY PEMBURY (with shining eyes).  Oh, brave, brave!  Ah, but I am a proud stepmother to-day. (She holds out her hand to him) Thank you, son.

STRANGER (not seeing it, and speaking in a hard voice).  I’d better go.

LADY PEMBURY.  Mayn’t I help you?

STRANGER.  I’d better go.

LADY PEMBURY (distressed).  You can’t go like this.  I don’t even know your name, nor where you live.

STRANGER.  Don’t be afraid—­you shan’t hear from me again.

LADY PEMBURY (gently).  Not even when you’ve got back to where you were two years ago?  Mayn’t I then?

STRANGER (looking at her, and then nodding slowly).  Yes, you shall then.

LADY PEMBURY.  Thank you.  I shall wait.  I shall hope.  I shall pray.  (She holds out her hand again) Good-bye!

STRANGER (shaking his head).  Wait till you hear from me. (He goes to the door, and then stops and comes slowly back.  He says awkwardly) Wish you’d do one thing for me?

LADY PEMBURY.  Yes?

STRANGER.  That fellow—­what did you say his name was—­Perkins?

LADY PEMBURY (surprised).  The butler?  Perkins—­yes?

STRANGER.  Would you give him a message from me?

LADY PEMBURY.  Of course.

STRANGER (still awkwardly).  Just to say—­I’ll be there—­at the Mews—­on Sunday afternoon. He’ll know.  Tell him I’ll be there. (He squares his shoulders and walks out defiantly—­ready to take the world on again—­beginning with PERKINS on Sunday afternoon)