(He departs, feeling that he has left a dart behind him. The girls are alone with their tragic thoughts.) LADY MARY (becomes a mother to the younger ones at last). My poor sisters, come here. (They go to her doubtfully.) We must make this draw us closer together. I shall do my best to help you in every way. Just now I cannot think of myself at all. AGATHA. But how unlike you, Mary. LADY MARY. It is my duty to protect my sisters. CATHERINE. I never knew her so sweet before, Agatha. (Cautiously.) What do you propose to do, Mary? LADY MARY. I propose when we are on the yacht to lend Fisher to you when I don’t need her myself. AGATHA. Fisher? LADY MARY (who has the most character of the three). Of course, as the eldest, I have decided that it is my maid we shall take with us. CATHERINE (speaking also for AGATHA). Mary, you toad. AGATHA. Nothing on earth would induce Fisher to lift her hand for either me or Catherine. LADY MARY. I was afraid of it, Agatha. That is why I am so sorry for you. (The further exchange of pleasantries is interrupted by the arrival of FISHER.) LADY MARY. Fisher, you heard what his lordship said? FISHER. Yes, my lady. LADY MARY (coldly, though the others would have tried blandishment). You have given me some satisfaction of late, Fisher, and to mark my approval I have decided that you shall be the maid who accompanies us. FISHER (acidly). I thank you, my lady. LADY MARY. That is all; you may go. FISHER (rapping it out). If you please, my lady, I wish to give notice. (CATHERINE and AGATHA gleam, but LADY MARY is of sterner stuff.) LADY MARY (taking up a book). Oh, certainly--you may go. CATHERINE. But why, Fisher? FISHER. I could not undertake, my lady, to wait upon three. We don’t do it. (In an indignant outburst to LADY MARY.) Oh, my lady, to think that this affront-- LADY MARY (looking up). I thought I told you to go, Fisher. (FISHER stands for a moment irresolute; then goes. As soon as she has gone LADY MARY puts down her book and weeps. She is a pretty woman, but this is the only pretty thing we have seen her do yet.) AGATHA (succinctly). Serves you right. (CRICHTON comes.) CATHERINE. It will be Simmons after all. Send Simmons to me. CRICHTON (after hesitating). My lady, might I venture to speak? CATHERINE. What is it? CRICHTON. I happen to know, your ladyship, that Simmons desires to give notice for the same reason as Fisher. CATHERINE. Oh! AGATHA (triumphant). Then, Catherine, we take Jeanne. CRICHTON. And Jeanne also, my lady. (LADY MARY is reading, indifferent though the heavens fall, but her sisters are not ashamed to show their despair to CRICHTON.) AGATHA. We can’t blame them. Could any maid who respected herself be got to wait upon three? LADY MARY (with languid interest). I suppose there are such persons, Crichton? CRICHTON (guardedly). I have heard, my lady, that there are such.