Sir Robert.
We have five millions of men on the battlefields
to think about. It is our duty to see that their lives
are not further imperilled by secret communication
with the enemy.
Sir Malcolm.
It is indeed, sir.
Enter Galloway by lower door, R.
Galloway.
Miss Michel has arrived, sir.
Sir Robert.
Ah!—Take her up to her ladyship—Or wait!
Bring her in here for a moment. I wish to speak
to her.
Galloway.
Yes, sir. [Galloway beckons to somebody outside.
Sir Robert.
A young Swiss girl who has come to be governess
to my little daughter.
[Margaret Schiller enters. She is pale and nervous. Her eyes are fixed on Sir Robert Temple, so that she does not look at the Chief Commissioner, whose back is towards the door. Sir Robert receives her cordially. His voice softens. He offers his hand. She takes it a little nervously.
I must apologize for not sending to the station to meet you, Miss Michel. I received your telegram and intended to send it up to my sister-in-law, but in the pressure of business the matter passed out of my mind. Just come from Charing Cross ?
