Brigid
[Going.] Would you like the tea and the toast now, ma'am?
Bertha
Not now, Brigid. After perhaps. When Mr Hand comes show him in at once.
Brigid
Yes, ma'am.
[She goes out on the left.]
Beatrice
I will go now, Mrs Rowan, before he comes.
Bertha
[Somewhat timidly.] Then we are friends?
Beatrice
[In the same tone.] We will try to be. [Turning.] Do you allow me to go out through the garden? I don't want to meet my cousin now.
Bertha
Of course. [She takes her hand.] It is so strange that we spoke like this now. But I always wanted to. Did you?
Beatrice
I think I did, too.
Bertha
[Smiling.] Even in Rome. When I went out for a walk with Archie I used to think about you, what you were like, because I knew about you from Dick. I used to look at different persons, coming out of churches or going by in carriages, and think that perhaps they were like you. Because Dick told me you were dark.