CYNTHIA. [_Triumphant._] Oh, yes, you are; you're just exactly the man! [CYNTHIA _and_ SIR WILFRID _whirl out._ JOHN. Great miracles of Moses! CURTAIN. ACT III. SCENE. _The same as that of Act I, but the room has been cleared of superfluous furniture, and arranged for a wedding ceremony._ MRS. PHILLIMORE _is reclining on the sofa at the right of the table,_ MISS HENEAGE _at its left._ SUDLEY _is seated at the right of the table._ GRACE _is seated on the sofa. There is a wedding-bell of roses, an arch of orange blossoms, and, girdled by a ribbon of white, an altar of calla lilies. There are cushions of flowers, alcoves of flowers, vases of flowers--in short, flowers everywhere and in profusion and variety. Before the altar are two cushions for the couple to kneel on and, on pedestals, at each side of the arch, are twin candelabra. The hangings are pink and white._ _The room, first of all, and its emblems, holds the undivided attention; then slowly engaging it, and in contrast to their gay surroundings, the occupants. About each and everyone of them, hangs a deadly atmosphere of suppressed irritation._ SUDLEY. [_Impatiently._] All very well, my dear Sarah. But you see the hour. Twenty to ten! We have been here since half-past two. MISS HENEAGE. You had dinner? SUDLEY. I did not come here at two to have dinner at eight, and be kept waiting until ten! And, my dear Sarah, when I ask where the bride is-- MISS HENEAGE. [_With forced composure._] I have told you all I know. Mr. John Karslake came to the house at lunch time, spoke to Philip, and they left the house together. GRACE. Where is Philip? MRS. PHILLIMORE. [_Feebly, irritated._] I don't wish to be censorious or to express an actual opinion, but I must say it's a bold bride who keeps her future mother-in-law waiting for eight hours. However, I will not venture to-- [MRS. PHILLIMORE _reclines again and fades away into silence._ GRACE. [_Sharply and decisively._] I do! I'm sorry I went to the expense of a silver ice-pitcher. MRS. PHILLIMORE _sighs._ MISS HENEAGE _keeps her temper with an effort which is obvious._ THOMAS _opens the door._ SUDLEY. [_To_ MRS. PHILLIMORE.] For my part, I don't believe Mrs. Karslake means to return here or to marry Philip at all! THOMAS. [_Coming in, and approaching_ MISS HENEAGE.] Two telegrams for you, ma'am! The choir boys have had their supper. [_A slight movement ripples the ominous calm of all._ THOMAS _steps back._ SUDLEY. [_Rising._] At last we shall know! MISS HENEAGE. From the lady! Probably! MISS HENEAGE _opens the first telegram and reads it at a glance, laying it on the salver again with a look at_ SUDLEY. THOMAS _passes the salver to_ SUDLEY, _who takes the telegram._ GRACE. There's a toot now.