Otto.

[Flourishing telegram.] A telegram from Freda.

Mrs. Schiller.
Freda?

Otto.
Don't you know? Freda Michel.

Mrs. Schiller.
The young Swiss governess you and Margaret met in Switzerland?

Otto.
Why, yes, last winter at St. Moritz. She's coming to London to take a situation.

Mrs. Schiller.
So Margaret was saying yesterday.

Otto.
The telegram is to Margaret, but as Margaret is out I've opened it. [Reading.] "Dover 2.20 p.m. Arrive Charing Cross at 4. Ask Otto to meet me.—Freda."

Mrs. Schiller.
Four o'clock?

Otto.
Yes, and it's nearly that now, so I'm off. [Snatching up cap from sideboard.] Auntie?

Mrs. Schiller.
Well?

Otto.
May I bring Freda back? Just for an hour or