THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL. Only a second cousin.

DR. FREEMANTLE. Um! Well I should tell the whole family to buck up.
Seems to me, from what you tell me, that their master is bringing
them home a treasure. [He shakes hands briskly with the ladies.]
May look in again to-morrow. Don't forget--one page Marcus Aurelius
before breakfast--in case of need. [He goes out.]

The sun has sunk. The light is twilight.

THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL. He always cheers one up.

THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL. He's so alive.

[Mrs. Bennet comes in from the dressing-room. She leaves the door
ajar. The sound of a hammer is heard. It ceases almost
immediately.] Oh, Mrs. Bennet, we were going to ask you--who is to
be her ladyship's maid? Have you decided yet?

MRS. BENNET. I have come to the conclusion--looking at the thing
from every point of view--that Jane would be the best selection.

THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL. Jane!

THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL. But does she understand the duties?

MRS. BENNET. A lady's maid, being so much alone with her mistress,
is bound to have a certain amount of influence. And Jane has
exceptionally high principles.