Bertha
[Shaking hands, candidly.] I thank you, too. [To Beatrice.] You won't stay to tea, Miss Justice?
Beatrice
No, thank you. [Takes leave of her.] I must go. Good afternoon. Goodbye, Archie [going].
Robert
Addio, Archibald.
Archie
Addio.
Robert
Wait, Beatty. I shall accompany you.
Beatrice
[Going out on the right with Bertha.] Oh, don't trouble.
Robert
[Following her.] But I insist—as a cousin.
[Bertha, Beatrice, and Robert go out by the door on the left. Richard stands irresolutely near the table. Archie closes the door leading to the hall and, coming over to him, plucks him by the sleeve.]
Archie
I say, pappie!
Richard
[Absently.] What is it?
Archie
I want to ask you a thing.
Richard
[Sitting on the end of the lounge, stares in front of him.] What is it?
