Sir Robert.

French-Swiss, I suppose—from Zurich, I think.

Sir Malcolm.
And she has come from Zurich to-day?

Sir Robert.
Yes, just arrived by the express from Dover.

Sir Malcolm.
Strange! I thought I had seen her before, sir.

[They go out talking. Margaret Schiller is left alone. She rises, looks about her.

Margaret.
[In a whisper.] His room! [Sees portrait over fire-place.] His wife! [Sees small photograph on chimney-piece.] His child!

[Upper door on R. opens and a little girl of seven enters. Very sweet and talkative. It is Peggy. Margaret makes a slight start.

Peggy.
[Holding out her hand to Margaret.] Auntie Dorothy will be down soon. Are you my governess?

Margaret.
[Recovering herself.] I—I suppose so, dear.

Peggy.
I'm Peggy.

Margaret.
[Startled.] Peggy? So your name is Peggy?