ELIZABETH. Thank you.
[_Without embarrassment she opens the letter. They watch her while she
reads it. It covers three pages. She puts it away in her bag._
LADY KITTY. Hughie, I wish you'd fetch me a cloak. I'd like to take a
little stroll in the garden, but after thirty years in Italy I find
these English summers rather chilly.
[_Without a word PORTEOUS goes out. ELIZABETH is lost in thought._