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odo. [She turns and runs to the door. They go out.] [MRS. HILLCRIST, with a long sigh, draws herself up, fine and proud.] MRS. H. Dawker! [He comes to her.] [I shall send him a note to-night, and word it so that he will be bound to come and see us to-marrow morning. Will you be in the study just before eleven o'clock, with this gentleman?] DAWKER. [Nodding] We're going to wire for his partner. I'll bring him too. Can't make too sure. [She goes firmly up the steps and out.] DAWKER. [To the STRANGER, with a wink] The Squire's squeamish--too much of a gentleman. But he don't count. The grey mare's all right. You wire to Henry. I'm off to our solicitors. We'll make that old rhinoceros sell us back the Centry at a decent price. These Hornblowers--[Laying his finger on his nose] We've got 'em! CURTAIN SCENE II CHLOE's boudoir at half-past seven the same evening. A pretty room. No pictures on the walls, but two mirrors. A screen and a luxurious couch an the fireplace side, stage Left. A door rather Right of Centre Back; opening inwards. A French window, Right forward: A writing table, Right Back. Electric light burning. CHLOE, in a tea-gown, is standing by the forward end of the sofa, very still, and very pale. Her lips are parted, and her large eyes stare straight before them as if seeing ghosts: The door is opened noiselessly and a WOMAN'S face is seen. It peers at CHLOE, vanishes, and the door is closed. CHLOE raises her hands, covers her eyes with them, drops them with a quick gesture, and looks round her. A knock. With a swift movement she slides on to the sofa, and lies prostrate, with eyes closed. CHLOE. [Feebly] Come in! [Her Maid enters; a trim, contained figure of uncertain years, in a black dress, with the face which was peering in.] Yes, Anna? ANNA. Aren't you going in to dinner, ma'am? CHLOE. [With closed eyes] No. ANNA. Will you take anything here, ma'am? CHLOE. I'd like a biscuit and a glass of champagne. [The MAID, who is standing between sofa and door, smiles. CHLOE, with a swift look, catches the smile.] Why do you smile? ANNA. Was I, ma'am? CHLOE. You know you were. [Fiercely] Are you paid to smile at me? ANNA. [Immovable] No, ma'am, Would you li
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