I shouldn't wonder if those horrid strikers Were burning the mill. LADY IN BLACK. Or may be some one's hurt. LADY WITH THE CONSPICUOUS COIFFURE. Provoking, isn't it? FAT LADY. What would we better do? YOUNG MATRON. (_Calling out_) Please tell us what's the trouble. (_A silence_) PALE LADY. I shall faint. BISHOP HARDBROOKE. (_Coming forward_) It has been suggested, friends, in view of this Personal something that has happened here-- I don't know what it is, but we all know In trouble how we like to be alone. Later I'll call them up and for us all Extend our sympathy when we know the cause. (_There is a movement of people departing_) PINK LADY. I wonder who it is? FAT LADY. They've shut the door. LADY WITH THE CONSPICUOUS COIFFURE. 'Twas more like anger; didn't you see his face? LADY IN BLACK. When everything was so, so beautiful! (_They vanish with the other guests. A minute or so later the Butler enters, right rear, and walks as though dazed through the empty hall_) A MAID. (_Appearing right rear_) Charlie! SECOND MAID. (_Appears beside her_) What is it? BUTLER. (_Without turning_) Trouble at the mill. FIRST MAID. Charlie! BUTLER. That's all I know. SECOND MAID. A riot? GLADYS EGERTON. (_Appearing forward left_) Gone! Father, they've gone! GEORGE EGERTON. (_Comes in quickly_) Look in the rooms. (_Goes rear_) GLADYS EGERTON. (_Looks in the room forward right_) They've gone! GEORGE EGERTON. (_Calls into the conservatory_) Chester! Marjorie! Well, I'll be damned! GLADYS EGERTON. I hate him, O I hate him! GEORGE EGERTON. That's what comes! GLADYS EGERTON. What will we ever do! Just think of it! GEORGE EGERTON. (_To the Butler_) Why do you stand that way? (_Comes to the door forward left_) O do shut up, Mother. (_Donald Egerton comes in, putting on his overcoat_) MRS. EGERTON. (_Following him_) Remember, Donald, he's our son. GEORGE EGERTON. Always defending him! You make me sick. MRS. EGERTON. You've always said you never in your life Lost hold upon yourself. GLADYS EGERTON. No dance to-night. EGERTON. (_To the Butler_) Tell Jack to bring the car to the front door. (_The Butler goes out centre right_) GEORGE EGERTON. Wait, father, till I get my---- (_Starts for the room forward left_) MRS. EGERTON. If he's done it-- He has some reason, Donald. And you know Jergens has never liked him. (_Harry Egerton comes in right rear, his hat and shoulders covered with snow_) MRS. EGERTON. Harry! Harry! (_She hurries to him and embraces him_) HARRY EGERTON. Mother! MRS. EGERTON. My son! HARRY EGERTON. I'm sorry. (_George Egerton reappears_) GLADYS EGERTON.