GERALD. They are probably still eating. It's the very latest
millionaire from London, so they're having the lunch of their
lives, I expect. Afterwards father will put him at his ease by
talking about crops. (Picking up a book and settling himself
comfortably in front of the fire) Tommy, if you can't find a book,
sing or something.

LETTY. Oh, come on, Tommy.

[She jumps up and goes out of the door in front of the staircase.
TOMMY following her.]

(Left alone, GERALD closes his book with a slam. He stands up and
takes the telegram out of his pocket and reads it again. He suddenly
catches sight of MISS FARRINGDON in the gallery shove, calls out
"Hullo!" and goes up the stairs to meet her.)

GERALD (as he goes). You're just the person I wanted, Aunt Tabitha.
I'm full of news. (He kisses her at the top of the stairs.) How are
you, dear? (He offers her his arm.)

MISS FARRINGDON. If I had wanted help, down the stairs, Gerald, my
maid could have given it me.

GERALD. Yes, but your maid wouldn't have enjoyed giving it you; I
do.

MISS FARRINGDON. Charming Gerald. (She comes down the stairs on his
arm.)