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? LADY PEMBURY. Yes? 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? LADY PEMBURY. Of course. 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. Hallo! Has he gone? LADY PEMBURY. Yes. 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) Printed in Great Britain by R. & R. CLARK, LIMITED, Edinburgh. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Second Plays, by A. A. Milne