Part 12 (1/2)

Margery! [_MARGERY casts down her eyes._] You were rowing?

MARGERY.

Sometimes, my lady.

MRS. SYLVESTER.

Stroke. [_Looking at GERALD._]

[_LADY WARGRAVE, watching MRS. SYLVESTER, motions to MARGERY, who retires up._

COLONEL [_aside to LADY WARGRAVE_].

Caroline, you took the water very neatly.

LADY WARGRAVE [_aside to COLONEL_].

The higher morality has caught a crab.

MRS. SYLVESTER [_gathers up MS. into her portfolio_]_._

I will not trespa.s.s any longer, Mr. Cazenove. No doubt, your aunt has much to say to you.

GERALD.

But won't you stay to tea?

MRS. SYLVESTER.

Thanks. Captain Sylvester dines early.

COLONEL [_aside_].

At the club!

MRS. SYLVESTER.

Good day to you, Lady Wargrave. [_LADY WARGRAVE is about to rise._]

Pray don't rise. [_Bows to the COLONEL and goes to door in flat where GERALD is waiting for her._] Don't trouble; I know my way.

[_Exit._

LADY WARGRAVE.

Poor Sylvester! He was such a nice boy! [_GERALD comes down._] Gerald, can Margery wait in the next room?

[_GERALD opens door R. Exit MARGERY R._

GERALD [_returning_].