going to get anything to eat, because all the servants are away and we’re very humble.
Leila. No—you told me that, and I had a simply gluttonous high tea. Gorged, my dear!
Brandon. Oh, well, that’s all right. I really wouldn’t have asked you—only this is the last chance of seeing you before we go.
Leila. Are you going up to-night, then?
Brandon. Yes.
Raglan. Of course, I’m feeling absolutely ghastly—coming dressed like this.
Leila. Why? I’m sure I ought to be dressed too. (Turning to Brandon.) Of course you must admit, my dear, this is a most mysterious and weird meal.
Granillo (a little too heavily). Why mysterious and weird?
Leila (sensing his heaviness, which causes a faintly embarrassed little pause). Oh—I don’t know. Just mysterious. And weird. (Pause. To Raglan.) Don’t you think it’s mysterious and weird? Such a queer time, to begin with.
[Bell rings.
Brandon (cutting in rather loudly). Here we are. I’ll bet you that’s old Kentley. Forgive me a moment, I must go and usher him in.
[Goes out, leaving door open. Voices from below.
Leila (softly, rolling her eyes). Who’s the new-comer?
Granillo (rising and putting his cigarette out on table). The new-comer, Leila, is the revered Sir Johnstone Kentley, who has come here to look at books.
Leila. My dear!
Granillo. Unless it’s Rupert—which it may be, of course.
[Goes to door as Brandon, Sir Johnstone Kentley, and Mrs. Debenham enter.
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