e! What a
wedding she shall have!
[_Again there is a pause, and then_ SIR RANDLE _leaves
his chair and seats himself beside_ LADY FILSON.
SIR RANDLE.
[_Putting his arm round her, fondly._] Mother!
[_They look at one another, and he draws her to him and
kisses her. As he does so, the glazed door opens and_
WESTRIP _returns, carrying an illustrated-weekly._ LADY
FILSON _rises hastily and goes to the writing-table._
WESTRIP.
[_Handing her the paper._] It was in the servants' hall, Lady Filson.
LADY FILSON.
[_Laying the paper and the press-cuttings upon the writing-table, and
sitting at the table and busying herself with her letters._] Thank you
so much.
WESTRIP.
[_To_ SIR RANDLE.] Are you ready for me now, Sir Randle?
SIR RANDLE.
[_Abstractedly._] Er--is there anything of grave importance to-day, Mr.
Westrip? I forget.
WESTRIP.
[_Coming to him._] Boxfield and Henderson, the photographers, are
anxious to photograph you and Lady Filson for their series of "Notable
People," Sir Randle.
SIR RANDLE.
[_Rolling his head from side to side._] Oh! Oh, dear; oh, dear!
LADY FILSON.
[_Wearily._] Oh, dear!
SIR RANDLE.
_How_ we are pestered, Lady Filson and I!
LADY FILSON.
Terrible!
SIR RANDLE.
No peace! No peace!
LADY FILSON.
Or privacy.
WESTRIP.
[_Producing a note-book from his pocket._] They will attend here any
morning convenient to you and Lady Filson, Sir Randle. It won't take
ten minutes.
SIR RANDLE.
[_To_ LADY FILSON, _resignedly._] Winnie----?
LADY FILSON.
[_Entering the appointment on a tablet._] Tuesday at eleven.
SIR RANDLE.
[_To_ WESTRIP.] Remind me.
WESTRIP.
[_Writing in his note-book._] Yes, Sir Randle.
SIR RANDLE.
And advise Madame de Chaumie and Mr. Bertram, with my love, of the
appointment. Her ladyship and I will
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