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?
