(Mrs. Clandon and Gloria
come from the hotel. Mrs. Clandon advances with courageous self-
possession and marked dignity of manner. She stops at the foot of the
steps to address Valentine, who is in her path. Gloria also stops,
looking at Crampton with a certain repulsion.)
MRS. CLANDON. Glad to see you again, Mr. Valentine. (He smiles.
She passes on and confronts Crampton, intending to address him with
perfect composure; but his aspect shakes her. She stops suddenly and
says anxiously, with a touch of remorse.) Fergus: you are greatly
changed.
CRAMPTON (grimly). I daresay. A man does change in eighteen years.
MRS. CLANDON (troubled). I--I did not mean that. I hope your health
is good.
CRAMPTON. Thank you. No: it's not my health. It's my happiness:
that's the change you meant, I think. (Breaking out suddenly.) Look at
her, McComas! Look at her; and look at me! (He utters a half laugh,
half sob.)
PHILIP. Sh! (Pointing to the hotel entrance, where the waiter has
just appeared.) Order before William!
DOLLY (touching Crampton's arm warningly with her finger).
Ahem! (The waiter goes to the service table and beckons to the kitchen
entrance, whence issue a young waiter with soup plates, and a cook, in
white apron and cap, with the soup tureen. The young waiter remains and
serves: the cook goes out, and reappears from time to time bringing in
the courses.
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