Wace.  Thank you, Ma’am, well indeed!

Shelder.  How d’you do, Mrs. More?

Katherine.  Very well, thank you, Mr. Shelder.

Banning. [Speaking with a rather broad country accent] This is but a poor occasion, Ma’am.

Katherine.  Yes, Mr. Banning.  Do sit down, gentlemen.

Seeing that they will not settle down while she is standing, she sits at the table.  They gradually take their seats.  Each member of the deputation in his own way is severely hanging back from any mention of the subject in hand; and Katherine as intent on drawing them to it.

Katherine.  My husband will be here in two minutes.  He’s only over at the House.

Shelder. [Who is of higher standing and education than the others] Charming position—­this, Mrs. More!  So near the—­er—­Centre of—­ Gravity um?

Katherine.  I read the account of your second meeting at Toulmin.

Banning.  It’s bad, Mrs. More—­bad.  There’s no disguising it.  That speech was moon-summer madness—­Ah! it was!  Take a lot of explaining away.  Why did you let him, now?  Why did you?  Not your views, I’m sure!

     [He looks at her, but for answer she only compresses her lips.]

Banning.  I tell you what hit me—­what’s hit the whole constituency—­ and that’s his knowing we were over the frontier, fighting already, when he made it.

Katherine.  What difference does it make if he did know?

Home.  Hitting below the belt—­I should have thought—­you’ll pardon me!

Banning.  Till war’s begun, Mrs. More, you’re entitled to say what you like, no doubt—­but after!  That’s going against your country.  Ah! his speech was strong, you know—­his speech was strong.

Katherine.  He had made up his mind to speak.  It was just an accident the news coming then.

     [A silence.]

Banning.  Well, that’s true, I suppose.  What we really want is to make sure he won’t break out again.

Home.  Very high-minded, his views of course—­but, some consideration for the common herd.  You’ll pardon me!

Shelder.  We’ve come with the friendliest feelings, Mrs. More—­but, you know, it won’t do, this sort of thing!

Wace.  We shall be able to smooth him down.  Oh! surely.

Banning.  We’d be best perhaps not to mention about his knowing that fighting had begun.

     [As he speaks, more enters through the French windows.  They all
     rise.]

More.  Good-morning, gentlemen.

     [He comes down to the table, but does not offer to shake hands.]

Banning.  Well, Mr. More?  You’ve made a woeful mistake, sir; I tell you to your face.

More.  As everybody else does, Banning.  Sit down again, please.