Burney. Oh! Quiet, of course.
Paynter. Country homes—I know
’em. What’s her father, the old
Rector, like?
Burney. Oh! very steady old man. The mother dead long before I took the place.
Paynter. Not a penny, I suppose?
Burney. [Shaking her head] No; and seven of them.
Paynter. [At sound of the hall door] The Governor!
Burney withdraws through the curtained door.
George Dedmond enters from the hall. He is in evening dress, opera hat, and overcoat; his face is broad, comely, glossily shaved, but with neat moustaches. His eyes, clear, small, and blue-grey, have little speculation. His hair is well brushed.
George. [Handing Paynter his coat and hat] Look here, Paynter! When I send up from the Club for my dress things, always put in a black waistcoat as well.
Paynter. I asked the mistress, sir.
George. In future—see?
Paynter. Yes, sir. [Signing towards the window] Shall I leave the sunset, sir?
But George has crossed to the curtained door; he opens it and says: “Clare!” Receiving no answer, he goes in. Paynter switches up the electric light. His face, turned towards the curtained door, is apprehensive.
George. [Re-entering] Where’s Mrs. Dedmond?
Paynter. I hardly know, sir.
George. Dined in?
Paynter. She had a mere nothing at seven, sir.
George. Has she gone out, since?
Paynter. Yes, sir—that is, yes. The—er—mistress was not dressed at all. A little matter of fresh air, I think; sir.
George. What time did my mother say they’d be here for Bridge?
Paynter. Sir Charles and Lady Dedmond were coming at half-past nine; and Captain Huntingdon, too—Mr. and Mrs. Fullarton might be a bit late, sir.
George. It’s that now. Your mistress said nothing?
Paynter. Not to me, sir.
George. Send Burney.
Paynter. Very good, sir. [He withdraws.]
George stares gloomily
at the card tables. Burney comes in
front the hall.
George. Did your mistress say anything before she went out?
Burney. Yes, sir.
George. Well?
Burney. I don’t think she meant it, sir.
George. I don’t want to know what you don’t think, I want the fact.
Burney. Yes, sir. The mistress said: “I hope it’ll be a pleasant evening, Burney!”
George. Oh!—Thanks.
Burney. I’ve put out the mistress’s things, sir.