_Pill._ (_to himself, after_ Captain THICKNESSE _has hurried out_). Poor old chap, he does seem hard hit! Pity he's not Lady MAISIE'S sort. Though what she can see in that long-haired beggar----! Wonder when VIVIAN SPELWANE intends to come down; never knew her miss breakfast before.... What's that rustling?... Women! I'll be off, or they'll nail me for church before I know it. [_He disappears hastily in the direction of the Smoking Room as_ Lady CANTIRE and Mrs. CHATTERIS _enter_. _Lady Cantire._ Nonsense, my dear, no walk at all; the church is only just across the park. My brother RUPERT always goes, and it pleases him to see the Wyvern pew as full as possible. I seldom feel equal to going myself, because I find the necessity of allowing pulpit inaccuracy to pass without a protest gets too much on my nerves; but my daughter will accompany you. You'll have just time to run up and get your things on. _Mrs. Chatteris_ (_with arch significance_). I don't _fancy_ I shall have the pleasure of your daughter's society this morning. I just met her going to get the garden keys; I think she has promised to show the grounds to----Well, I needn't mention _whom_. Oh dear me, I hope I'm not being indiscreet _again!_ _Lady Cant._ I make a point of never interfering with my daughter's proceedings, and you can easily understand how natural it is that such old friends as they have always been---- _Mrs. Chatt._ Really? I _thought_ they seemed to take a great pleasure in one another's society. It's quite romantic. But I must rush up and get my bonnet on if I'm to go to church. (_To herself, as she goes out._) So she _was_ "Lady Grisoline," after all! If I was her mother---- But dear Lady CANTIRE is so advanced about things. _Lady Cant._ (_to herself_). Darling MAISIE! He'll be Lord DUNDERHEAD before very long. How sensible and sweet of her! And I was quite uneasy about them last night at dinner; they scarcely seemed to be talking to each other at all. But there's a great deal more in dear MAISIE than one would imagine. _Sir Rupert_ (_outside_). We're rather proud of our church, Mr. UNDERSHELL--fine old monuments and brasses, if you care about that sort of thing. Some of us will be walking over to service presently, if you would like to---- _Undershell_ (_outside--to himself_). And lose my _tête-à-tête_ with Lady MAISIE! Not exactly! (_Aloud._) I am afraid, Sir RUPERT, that I cannot conscientiously---- _Sir Rup._ (_hastily_). Oh, very well, very well; do exactly as you like about it, of course. I only thought----(_To himself._) Now that _other_ young chap would have gone! _Lady Cant._ RUPERT, who is that you are talking to out there? I don't recognise his voice, somehow.