(There is silence for a little, and then LADY PEMBURY claps her hands gently.)
LADY PEMBURY (with shining eyes). Oh, brave, brave! Ah, but I am a proud stepmother to-day. (She holds out her hand to him) Thank you, son.
STRANGER (not seeing it, and speaking in a hard voice). I'd better go.
LADY PEMBURY (distressed). You can't go like this. I don't even know your name, nor where you live.
STRANGER. Don't be afraid--you shan't hear from _me_ again.
LADY PEMBURY (gently). Not even when you've got back to where you were two years ago? Mayn't I then?
STRANGER (looking at her, and then nodding slowly). Yes, you shall then.
LADY PEMBURY. Thank you. I shall wait. I shall hope. I shall pray. (She holds out her hand again) Good-bye!
STRANGER (shaking his head). Wait till you hear from me. (He goes to the door, and then stops and comes slowly back. He says awkwardly) Wish you'd do one thing for me?
STRANGER. That fellow--what did you say his name was--Perkins?
LADY PEMBURY (surprised). The butler? Perkins--yes?
STRANGER. Would you give him a message from me?
STRANGER (still awkwardly). Just to say--I'll _be_ there--at the Mews--on Sunday afternoon. _He'll_ know. Tell him I'll be there. (He squares his shoulders and walks out defiantly--ready to take the world on again--beginning with PERKINS on Sunday afternoon)
(LADY PEMBURY stands watching him as he goes. She waits after he has gone, thinking her own thoughts, out of which she comes with something of a shock as the door opens and SIR JOHN comes in.)
PEMBURY. What did he want? Five pounds--or a place in the Cabinet?
LADY PEMBURY. He came for--a subscription.
PEMBURY. And got it, if I know my Kate. (Carelessly) What did he take from you?
LADY PEMBURY (with a wistful little sigh). Yes; he took something from me. Not very much, I think. But just--something. (She takes his arm, leads him to the sofa, and says affectionately) And now tell me all that you've been doing this morning.
(So he begins to tell her--just as he has told her a thousand times before. . . . But it isn't quite the same)
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