I intend to get on well with you, wherever we may be—I _will_ get on well with you. I’ve been babyish and silly all my life; I’m seven-and-twenty; I’m an old woman; I’ve sown my wild oats now. FRASER. Wild oats? THEOPHILA. Forty-four pounds to the bushel. And so, directly we’ve fought our way—oh my, it will be a fight, too!—directly we’ve fought our way through the Season in London, we’ll be off to Locheen—— FRASER. The Season—here——! THEOPHILA. Yes. FRASER. Theophila, there will be no Season for us in London, and no Locheen even for me, for two or three years at least. [_Rising_] We’re going abroad—— THEOPHILA. Abroad——! FRASER. Directly, directly. There will be only to-morrow to settle everything, to make all arrangements. [_Pacing up and down._] The servants at Lennox Gardens will be discharged, the house let furnished—perhaps it would be better to let Marlers sell the furniture, and have done with it. [_Pausing in his walk._] I am returning to Lennox Gardens now, at once; will you come back with me, or dine with your people and let me fetch you later on? [_She sits, staring at him, without speaking._] Theo, please let me know your wishes. THEOPHILA. [_Quietly._] No, no—you mustn’t do this. FRASER. Why not? THEOPHILA. Why, don’t you see? We’ve _got_ to sit tight here in town; we’ve _got_ to do it, to win back my good name. [FRASER _agitatedly resumes his walk_.] Of course, we shall be asked nowhere, but we must be seen about together, you and I, wherever it’s possible for us to squeeze ourselves. [_Rapidly and excitedly._] There’s the Opera; we can subscribe for a box on the ground tier—the stalls can’t help picking you out there. And there we must sit, laughing and talking, Alec, and _convince_ people that we’re a happy couple and that you believe in me implicitly. And when the Season’s done with, _then_ Locheen; we must have Locheen crowded with the best we can lay hands on—many that wouldn’t touch me with the tongs at this moment will be glad of a cheap week or two at Locheen in the autumn. And we must let ’em all see that I’m a rattling good indoor, as well as outdoor, wife, and that you’re frightfully devoted to me, and that what _she_ charged me with—well, simply couldn’t have been. And afterwards they’ll go back to town and chatter, and in the end the thing will blow over, and—and——Oh, but to go abroad _now_! [_Going to him, and slipping her arm through his._] Alec, dear old boy, how could you dream of cutting and running _now_? [_He withdraws his arm._] FRASER.