Sir Robert.

Dorothy!

Lady Dorothy.
May I speak to you for a moment?

Sir Robert.
[To men.] Excuse me. Go in, gentlemen. Sit down without ceremony. I'll follow you presently. [To Lady Dorothy.] Well?

Lady Dorothy.
Sorry to trouble you at such a time, but the matter is urgent. It's about Peggy. Lucy, the nurse, is no longer a possible person to have charge of such a nervous, imaginative child. She must have a governess immediately.

Sir Robert.
[Going up.] I agree. Find one as soon as possible.

Lady Dorothy.
Another moment, Robert. Do you remember that our dear Margaret used to speak of a Swiss governess whom she wished to engage?

Sir Robert.
[Coming back.] The one she found in the Engadine? I do.

Lady Dorothy.
Well, this letter has come from the girl to-night. It was addressed to Margaret, and I thought you would like me to open it, so I did. Clearly the girl hasn't heard of our darling's death. She writes to say she is leaving her situation, and if Margaret still